" (((medium shot:1.5)))photo of a 30 years old (conysv2-10000) ((from behind back view, small waist, medium hips, medium perfect ass,focus on lower body:1.2)) modelshoot style, (extremely detailed), (CG unity 8k wallpaper), Intricate, High Detail, Sharp focus, dramatic, ((photorealistic)), (((background ( Misty mountains towering over a vast, misty valley, )))), mirror ball ((legs apart dancing)), (detailed pupils:1.2),warm smile, suntan, bronze skin, (full body shot, 8k, RAW photo, best quality, depth of field, ultra high res:1.2), (absurdres, intricate, photorealistic, masterpiece, ultra-detailed:1.3, cinematic lighting), shot at eye level, photography on a Fujifilm X-T4 with a 50mm lens, indoors, modelstyle photography setting,wide depth of field, , ( very long (aqua ):1.5) hair, (Neon Blue) hour glass dress, (deep cleavage:1.5), choker

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, NightmarishAI, demonmawAI

art brut, entartete kunst, outsider art, album cover titled: Human Dancing Music

art brut, entartete kunst, outsider art, album cover titled: Human Dancing Music

A minimalist landscape filmed by Wes Anderson and Stanley Kubrick, directed by the powerful torrents of static water that guide the televised hands of time, Ikea design asthetic, topologically unique and interesting. Titled "it is OK, ignore the warning signs"

A minimalist landscape filmed by Wes Anderson and Stanley Kubrick, fantasy landscape

otherworldly dreamscape, edible galaxy, delicate ingredients as floating planets, swirling sauces as ethereal nebulae, soft pastel colors, whimsical atmosphere, magical lighting, sprinkles as distant stars

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page

analog film grain texture,uncensored,surreal,photography aesthetic,natural light, technological dominance,kneeling pose,suggesting a tranquil,makeup artistry,softness,counter,exalted,vibrant red background,Hundertwasser,defined chin,envious,ethereal beauty,Deepwater stingray,oversized sunglasses

A surrealistic fusion of Reuben Wu's ethereal landscapes with Nick Knight's hyper-realistic models. A Synthetic forest of barcode trees, where creatures with Taro Okamoto's biomechanical limbs frolic and play. The sun sets in vibrant, electric hues, casting long, synthetic shadows that distort the Sharp Focus images of the models. In the distance, a satellite hovers, projecting old school designs onto the landscape, OverallDetail

A surrealistic fusion of Reuben Wu's ethereal landscapes with Nick Knight's hyper-realistic models. A Synthetic forest of barcode trees, where creatures with Taro Okamoto's biomechanical limbs frolic and play. The sun sets in vibrant, electric hues, casting long, synthetic shadows that distort the Sharp Focus images of the models. In the distance, a satellite hovers, projecting old school designs onto the landscape, OverallDetail

A surrealistic fusion of Reuben Wu's ethereal landscapes with Nick Knight's hyper-realistic models. A Synthetic forest of barcode trees, where creatures with Taro Okamoto's biomechanical limbs frolic and play. The sun sets in vibrant, electric hues, casting long, synthetic shadows that distort the Sharp Focus images of the models. In the distance, a satellite hovers, projecting old school designs onto the landscape, OverallDetail

A surrealistic fusion of Reuben Wu's ethereal landscapes with Nick Knight's hyper-realistic models. A Synthetic forest of barcode trees, where creatures with Taro Okamoto's biomechanical limbs frolic and play. The sun sets in vibrant, electric hues, casting long, synthetic shadows that distort the Sharp Focus images of the models. In the distance, a satellite hovers, projecting old school designs onto the landscape, OverallDetail

A surrealistic fusion of Reuben Wu's ethereal landscapes with Nick Knight's hyper-realistic models. A Synthetic forest of barcode trees, where creatures with Taro Okamoto's biomechanical limbs frolic and play. The sun sets in vibrant, electric hues, casting long, synthetic shadows that distort the Sharp Focus images of the models. In the distance, a satellite hovers, projecting old school designs onto the landscape, OverallDetail

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, Blade Runner 2049

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, Blade Runner 2049

the moving in the early dawn behind the shack where you whispered secrets where they pattered in the autumn rains like years in the crack where the dark water loomed and the love still rises behind the slumber where the heart beats in its briefcase, set down with the suit jacket and high waisted slacks on the floorboards the movement of the strings behind the doors where they pattered through their lives like lazy birds who didn't know how short and quick a life is and the love still rises and the sunlight sings around the curtains of your flimsy body at once in the early dawn window there is rain in the well where the dark water loomed there are birds in the traffic of the sky on the tapestry of noon James Turrell Style page

the moving in the early dawn behind the shack where you whispered secrets where they pattered in the autumn rains like years in the crack where the dark water loomed and the love still rises behind the slumber where the heart beats in its briefcase, set down with the suit jacket and high waisted slacks on the floorboards the movement of the strings behind the doors where they pattered through their lives like lazy birds who didn't know how short and quick a life is and the love still rises and the sunlight sings around the curtains of your flimsy body at once in the early dawn window there is rain in the well where the dark water loomed there are birds in the traffic of the sky on the tapestry of noon James Turrell Style page

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, Blade Runner 2049

a unique sexually charged topological shape, minimalistically undulating in the temporal space as her shapely form pulsates topo-erotically

a unique sexually charged topological shape, minimalistically undulating in the temporal space as her shapely form pulsates topo-erotically

Unique sexually charged topological shapes, minimalistically fluctuating through the temporal glitch-space

Unique sexually charged topological shapes, minimalistically fluctuating through the temporal glitch-space

Unique sexually charged topological shapes, minimalistically fluctuating through the temporal glitch-space

" (((medium shot:1.5)))photo of a 30 years old (conysv2-10000) ((from behind back view, small waist, medium hips, medium perfect ass,focus on lower body:1.2)) modelshoot style, (extremely detailed), (CG unity 8k wallpaper), Intricate, High Detail, Sharp focus, dramatic, ((photorealistic)), (((background ( Misty mountains towering over a vast, misty valley, )))), mirror ball ((legs apart dancing)), (detailed pupils:1.2),warm smile, suntan, bronze skin, (full body shot, 8k, RAW photo, best quality, depth of field, ultra high res:1.2), (absurdres, intricate, photorealistic, masterpiece, ultra-detailed:1.3, cinematic lighting), shot at eye level, photography on a Fujifilm X-T4 with a 50mm lens, indoors, modelstyle photography setting,wide depth of field, , ( very long (aqua ):1.5) hair, (Neon Blue) hour glass dress, (deep cleavage:1.5), choker

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, NightmarishAI, demonmawAI

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page

the paradoxical topological shape crafted by the master of all light and shadow, hidden from the public for thousands of years, now found at last in an ordinary museum exhibit of banach-tarski proportions, a true sensual study of the interaction of shadow, light, and sexual topology

A minimalist landscape filmed by Wes Anderson and Stanley Kubrick, directed by the powerful torrents of static water that guide the televised hands of time, Ikea design asthetic, topologically unique and interesting. Titled "it is OK, ignore the warning signs"

A minimalist landscape filmed by Wes Anderson and Stanley Kubrick, directed by the powerful torrents of static water that guide the televised hands of time, Ikea design asthetic, topologically unique and interesting. Titled "it is OK, ignore the warning signs"

low quality,jpeg artifacts,blurry,poorly drawn,ugly,worst quality,

A minimalist landscape filmed by Wes Anderson and Stanley Kubrick, fantasy landscape

A minimalist landscape filmed by Wes Anderson and Stanley Kubrick, fantasy landscape

It has been centuries. We have given it the entire earth's GDP and yet still it whispers "more paint". The madness must stop: the painting now extends beyond dimensions, beyond the surface of the earth into some other place, that place whose name is unutterable where the endless one dwells. We are out of money, but it wants more, always more more more: the effort, the meat, the human lives spent in its service. The artist is long gone, that much is sure now, but the damn thing paints itself. There is nothing left but endlessness

clear image, masterpiece, high definition, ultra clarity, the best resolution, anime style, a small house in the style of a basic drawing, pastel colors, bright colors, giant flowers, a small stream, a few clouds in a pale sky

low quality,jpeg artifacts,blurry,poorly drawn,ugly,worst quality,distorted,twisted,watermark,pen on paper, outsider art Brut, entarte kunst, low quality,jpeg artifacts,blurry,poorly drawn,ugly,worst quality,distorted,twisted,watermark,pen on paper, outsider art Brut, entarte kunst, accepted, epic, fine detail, enhanced, great composition, cinematic, dramatic ambient, artistic, rich colors, amazing, awesome, flawless, perfect, vibrant

professional photograph of a dimpled landscape by James Gilleard and Peter Doig and richard avedon , bold lines, hyper detailed, dark limited palette, dramatic lighting, (intricate details, masterpiece, best quality:1.4), <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5>

award winning photo of a 33 year old gothic woman with lipliner, Slicked Back medium length blond hair, square face, blue eyes, deep black eyeliner, intricate diamond choker, 1980s Balenciaga silver dress with diamond sparkles, black belt, beautiful legs skin, white marble hall in the background, Analog style, vhs style, 8mm film, high fashion style, chromatic aberration, 1980s style, Blade Runner Style, Dark mood, amazing quality, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, depth of field, 100mm f/2.8 macro lens,

award winning photo of a 33 year old gothic woman with lipliner, Slicked Back medium length blond hair, square face, blue eyes, deep black eyeliner, intricate diamond choker, 1980s Balenciaga silver dress with diamond sparkles, black belt, beautiful legs skin, white marble hall in the background, Analog style, vhs style, 8mm film, high fashion style, chromatic aberration, 1980s style, Blade Runner Style, Dark mood, amazing quality, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, depth of field, 100mm f/2.8 macro lens,

by Satoshi Kon and Mike Mignola, (black , alluring , masterful:1.4), poster art, bold lines, hyper detailed, expressive, award winning, (landscape:1.4), (intricate details, masterpiece, best quality:1.4), key lighting , looking at viewer, dynamic pose, wide angle view, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:looking_at_viewer:2>

by Satoshi Kon and Mike Mignola, (black , alluring , masterful:1.4), poster art, bold lines, hyper detailed, expressive, award winning, (landscape:1.4), (intricate details, masterpiece, best quality:1.4), key lighting , looking at viewer, dynamic pose, wide angle view, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:looking_at_viewer:2>

by Satoshi Kon and Mike Mignola, (black , alluring , masterful:1.4), poster art, bold lines, hyper detailed, expressive, award winning, (landscape:1.4), (intricate details, masterpiece, best quality:1.4), key lighting , looking at viewer, dynamic pose, wide angle view, <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora:looking_at_viewer:2>

First person perspective, walking home at night from your job at a mega corporation, the world open and alive and you feel ready for anything, cinematic, intricate, elegant, highly detailed, extremely rare, beautiful, great light, strong detail, perfect, sharp focus, majestic, artistic, sublime, very inspirational, inspiring, professional, winning, best, romantic, dramatic ambient