Hanfu folds now rest...whispering tales of the past...on a soft white sea...
Model:
SeeDream
Size:
2560 X 1440
(3.69 MP)
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Prompt: Hanfu folds now rest...whispering tales of the past...on a soft white sea... Dreamy hazy breezy wet-on-wet watercolor painting. Minimal paints, maximum loose watery effects, with feathery edges and impasto-like texture. EmmAI palette of smoky grey-green, warm beige, and subtle, faded gold. A poetic composition emphasizing the texture and pattern of the traditional garment, with the surrounding background highly abstracted, leaving the figure to emerge from a sea of soft white and gray washes. No text, no artifacts, no harsh lines.
Prompt: Incredibly detailed and complex fractal flowers in a glass ball on a snow-covered forest meadow, snow, Christmas mood, delicate pastels, golden shine, digital painting, high detail
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) A Christmas tree decorated with men’s tools to build and cut things in a Man-cave. The man cave is filled with other tools and proper chairs. A leather men’s apron. Sky lights. Alcohol Ink Effect. The edges are soft and flowing with a few bubbles. Illustrated in a vibrant semi-realist comic style. Intricate line drawings—detail textures. 5D diorama on layers and layers of paper, a volumetric, 5D microcosm of particles of light, and the Christmas tree comes to life in outstanding paper. Slight splash colors to blend in with the colors. Textured. Intricate paper cut. Whimsical paper cut.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene Description: Mixing Palette Knife, Impasto, and Glazing Technique: The Girl with the Violin at the Train Station.
Foreground (Glazing, Impasto): A young violinist stands beneath an old street lamp, its golden light forming a warm halo around her. Raindrops shimmer on her red dress, which gently flutters in the wind. Strands of dark hair cling to her face as she plays with her eyes closed, completely lost in the music. Her fingers, painted with fine impasto strokes, move precisely along the violin strings, while the bow leaves a blurred trace in the air. The sound of her instrument floats through the cold evening, blending with the faint creaking of the wet tracks. Middle Ground (Mixing Palette Knife, Glazing): The wooden platform is wet, reflecting the light of the lamp, creating fluid reflections in blue and orange tones. A few passengers stand aside, leaning against a post, while others gaze into the distance, waiting for the train. Their silhouettes are softly shaded with the glazing technique, giving the scene a sense of transience. Further down the platform, the dim lights of the old station cast long shadows, while the faint reflection of the violin can be seen in the window of a nearby kiosk. Background (Glazing, Mixing Palette Knife): In the distance, through the gray mist and rain, the train's arrival is barely visible. Its headlights pierce through the haze, creating diffused glows that blend with the evening atmosphere. Light knife strokes shape the raindrops dancing in the air, while the smoke from the locomotive merges with the low clouds. As the train approaches, the sound of its whistle slowly fades into the melody of the violin.
Prompt: Cliff Diver into Fractal Water—mid-air silhouette suspended above an ocean of shifting geometric patterns, where each splash spirals into infinite shapes, turning the plunge into a dive through living mathematics.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene Description: Mixing Palette Knife, Impasto, and Glazing Technique: The Girl with the Violin at the Train Station.
Foreground (Glazing, Impasto): A young violinist stands beneath an old street lamp, its golden light forming a warm halo around her. Raindrops shimmer on her red dress, which gently flutters in the wind. Strands of dark hair cling to her face as she plays with her eyes closed, completely lost in the music. Her fingers, painted with fine impasto strokes, move precisely along the violin strings, while the bow leaves a blurred trace in the air. The sound of her instrument floats through the cold evening, blending with the faint creaking of the wet tracks. Middle Ground (Mixing Palette Knife, Glazing): The wooden platform is wet, reflecting the light of the lamp, creating fluid reflections in blue and orange tones. A few passengers stand aside, leaning against a post, while others gaze into the distance, waiting for the train. Their silhouettes are softly shaded with the glazing technique, giving the scene a sense of transience. Further down the platform, the dim lights of the old station cast long shadows, while the faint reflection of the violin can be seen in the window of a nearby kiosk. Background (Glazing, Mixing Palette Knife): In the distance, through the gray mist and rain, the train's arrival is barely visible. Its headlights pierce through the haze, creating diffused glows that blend with the evening atmosphere. Light knife strokes shape the raindrops dancing in the air, while the smoke from the locomotive merges with the low clouds. As the train approaches, the sound of its whistle slowly fades into the melody of the violin.
Prompt: Nicest Child storybook Ink and bleach flecks mixed with oil messy brushstrokes hand drawing of a whimsical nighttime scene with a textured newspaper patchwork collage-style cute horse galloping accompanied by a cute fluffy with exaggerated features black cat with big yellow eyes sitting on its back and a bright coral small bird flying alongside them. they are under a night sky with a crescent moon, surrounded by a field of small abstract textured black wildflowers against a textured gradient blue with orange undertones background.
Prompt: A dreamy oil painting of a large muscular monster standing looking straight at the camera smiling evilly. The remains of a red jacket lay on the floor. Background is dark and monstrous.
Prompt: ((((Mastery)))), a multi-block woodcut and linocut in the style of a classic Oriental print (e.g., Ukiyo-e or Chinese folk art). The illustration depicts a confident woman in a modern, sharp pose, her form defined by a bold, black key block of energetic, flowing lines that capture movement. She wears a stylish, wide-brimmed hat and a fashionable suit: an intricately embroidered jacket and high-waisted trousers, suggested by thick, clean lines of indigo and charcoal. Her most striking feature is her long, wavy hair, which flows seamlessly in a layered transition of colors—from gold at the roots, through warm orange, to soft pink at the tips—achieved by transparent, overlapping layers of ink. Around her figure swirl abstract patterns and flowing lines in complementary colors such as electric blue, bright magenta, and citrus yellow. These elements are deeply engraved into the woodblock with a combination of fine line drawings and decorative, organic motifs that mimic traditional Eastern patterns (such as clouds, flowers, or waves). The background is deliberately minimalist: a soft, solid surface of pale gray or ivory, printed with a subtle textured pattern resembling rough handmade paper. This allows the vibrant colors and dynamic lines of the figure to stand out sharply and clearly. The overall atmosphere is one of stylish, contemporary confidence, interwoven with Eastern graphic elegance. An award-winning piece that balances fashionable illustration with expressive, traditionally inspired energy. Ukiyo-e, woodcut, linocut, keyblock, thick outlines, flat colors, graphic style, modern, Eastern aesthetic.
Prompt: A beautiful spidergirl kneels in a quiet, sunlit alley, surrounded by a circle of curious stray cats. Her long, silky hair falls like a cascade of midnight strands, and faint spiderweb patterns shimmer along her cheeks and arms when the sunlight hits them.
Her six elegant, translucent spider-limbs extend gracefully from her back, moving with soft, gentle precision as she lowers bowls of warm food to the ground. The extra limbs behave like delicate helpers — one stroking a small kitten, another shielding a shy cat from the breeze, another holding a small pouch of treats.
Her eyes glow softly with kindness, reflecting the warm golden light of the afternoon. She wears a stylish outfit inspired by web motifs — flowing fabric and subtle metallic threads that glimmer like dew-covered silk. Tiny webs cling playfully to her elbows and fingertips as she reaches out.
The cats adore her:
— a ginger kitten climbs onto one of her spider-limbs, purring loudly
— a fluffy white cat arches against her leg
— two black kittens chase each other beneath her shadow
— a calico sits proudly in her lap, claiming her as its own
Soft beams of light filter down through the fire escapes above, catching dust particles and creating a dreamy, tender atmosphere. A gentle smile curves on her lips as she watches the cats eat, her expression warm, serene, and utterly loving.
(warm golden hour light, gentle mood, soft fantasy realism, intricate spider-limb design, tender interaction with animals, elegant composition, high-detail character design)
Prompt: Generate an image of hanging vlematis and wisteria blossoms with brick wall, attractively mellowed with age, behind the flowers. The flowers should have a velvety texture, with deep purple petals that exhibit subtle maroon and cream streaks. The petal edges are slightly ruffled. The background should be softly blurred, featuring hints of green foliage, which enhances the floral subject without distracting from it. The overall mood of the image should convey a sense of calm and natural beauty, capturing the intricate details and colours of the wisteria and clematis flowers in a peaceful traditional English country garden setting.
To sink into Said’s paintings make you think into visions.
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
936 X 1272
(1.19 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Said’s works of art, watercolor-paintings on textured paper
are a mathemArtistic aesthetic game to engage with,
they are buildings, they have characters,
they are sculpturing the space.
Said’s works are uplifting, they situate and elate.
Said’s artworks are spatial.
Said’s works enhance the experience of space-time.
Said artworks embody as an objet d'art.
Said sets his works of art into particular fields of reference.
Said’s works create a Body-Mind Posture.
To sink into Said’s art make you think into visions.
SaidArt invites for immersion
in comfort and daydream
and entertains to listen to their telling tales.
The Arts by Said are story tellers.
Prompt: mini fairy-trickster Puck playing ancient golden tafl-game with big squirrel under sacred autumn Oak and Ash and Thorn, other magic squirrels are climbing up on tree ang looking from branches to gamers, leaf falling, first snow lays somewhere, far away misty silhouette of sacred deer wandering in forest, big adder-snake hidden under fallen leaves, sundown; by Gerard Brom, Frank Miller, pre-Raphaellites, oil on canvas hyperdetailed light 12 colors with gold and vermillion details detailed matte painting sinister Celtic myth
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: Whimsical cute crazy fish-adventurer with goggles on its googly-eyes sitting on birch branch; by Bosch, Peter Klucik, Michael Cheval, surrealism, oil on wood
Prompt: a beautiful christmas tree on winter landscape
Patchwork Nicoletta Ceccoli, Tamaro Kitogawa, Naoto Hattori, Didier Lourenço, Leonora Carrington, Beardsley, Schiele, Waterhouse, Redon, Tim Burton, Catrin Welz-Stein, Yayoi Kusama, Gustav Klimt, Dee Nickerson, Luis Royo, Tim Burton
Prompt: Whimsical cute crazy fish-adventurer with googly-eyes sitting on birch branch with cheeseburger in one fin and coffee in paper-cup in other fin; by Bosch, Peter Klucik, Michael Cheval, surrealism, oil on wood
Prompt: fairies' queen Titania and king Oberon sleeping under sacred autumn Oak and Ash and Thorn, their transparent delicate moth-wings are bleak and lie tired, big stoat ermine curled up around them to keep the warm, leaf falling, first snow, sundown; by Gerard Brom, Frank Miller, watercolor ink hyperdetailed light grisaille with gold and vermillion details detailed matte painting sinister Celtic myth
Prompt: **Overall Impression:**
The painting is a surreal and dreamlike scene, characterized by its muted colors, geometric shapes, and unsettling atmosphere. It evokes a sense of isolation, mystery, and perhaps even melancholy. The style leans towards metaphysical art, reminiscent of Giorgio de Chirico.
**Detailed Description:**
* **Setting:** The primary setting appears to be an outdoor courtyard or garden with a large rectangular pool in the center. The background is a twilight sky, transitioning from a lighter blue near the horizon to a darker shade above. A full moon is visible in the upper right corner of the painting and its reflection can be seen in the water.
* **Pool:** The pool's surface is rippled with circular disturbances, suggesting something has recently entered or moved within it. There are two prominent reflections on the water: one mirroring the moon and another resembling a small sphere.
* **Architecture:** A simple building with four windows stands to the right of the pool. It has a red tiled roof. On either side of the pool, there are low walls or parapets that create a sense of enclosure. There is also a large block-like structure in the middle of the pool.
* **Figure:** A dark, elongated figure stands near the left edge of the pool. It's humanoid but lacks distinct facial features – it has only two eye holes and no mouth. The figure appears to be submerged or partially underwater, as its lower body is obscured by shadows.
* **Object in Pool:** An orange vase-like object floats in the water near the center of the composition. Its reflection adds another layer of visual complexity.
* **Color Palette:** The painting uses a limited color palette dominated by shades of blue, green, ochre, and gray. These colors contribute to the overall somber mood.
* **Shadows:** Long, dramatic shadows are cast across the courtyard, adding depth and emphasizing the surreal quality of the scene.
In essence, this artwork presents a strange and evocative landscape that invites contemplation about themes of solitude, identity, and the subconscious.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: handdrawn fantasy: Upper view of mythical batwinged Medusa Gorgon stretching out her whole body in flowing silk tunic flies among the light transparent clouds over Mediterranean bay, with half-drown ancient greece trireme-battleship shipwreck and antic ruins scattered nearby. Its feathers catch the golden light, and the sea below is calm and inviting. Surrealistic fantasy dramatic inspired by Akseli Gallen-Kallela, Paul Kidby, Edward Gorey, Gothic by Aubrey Beardsley, colors and ink dream
Ogura Hyakunin Isshu No. 96 - Nyūdō Saki no Daijōdaijin
Model:
AIVision
Size:
5960 X 3352
(19.98 MP)
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Prompt: Full-width, broad, 16:9 format of an extremely detailed, delicate, intricate, richly colored impasto oil painting all the way to the edge of the canvas, of poem number 96, Nyūdō Saki no Daijōdaijin, of the Ogura Hyakunin Isshu: "Not the snow of flowers, / That the hurrying wild wind whirls / Round the garden court: / What withers and falls away / In this place is I myself." The painting is executed with strongly visible brushstrokes, highlighting the falling Sakura cherry tree petals as they twirl and dance in the wind. Behind the veritable shower of petals stands a very old Japanese man in a simple, indigo-dyed robe, gazing out at the petals. His arms are crossed in front of him, his feet are planted firmly in the ground. Symbolic image equating the falling pink flower petals with the many years this old man has lived. Pronounced brushstrokes emphasize the whirling of the petals in the courtyard. Highly intricate detail, strongly symbolic, Impressionistic. Exquisite Japanese folio.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
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