A Butterfly Landed On The Canvas Art

a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
bicyle resting against a wall
Water droplets on face
an alien with a gun in his hand
a man in a kimono poses for a picture
a statue of a man holding a ball
a painting of a man on a cross
Children playing in a garden
a man with his hands on his head
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
Spies conquered the castle and captured the soldiers, 11th century Iran, high resolution, full detailed
Spiral jetty formation
Generate obstetricus man, dermatologist, pediatrist girl, and dentistry girl in one abstract image
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bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
Personal POV scene. Me and Jesus in the desert on a cool morning at daybreak walking toward a bright star. Jesus is wearing old clothes and carrying a satchel. I’m wearing old clothes and sandals just like Him. The air is cool and crisp. The sky is bright blue on the horizon with deep purple fading into black at the upper atmosphere. The air is crisp and clear. It’s like the desert in California looking east toward Arizona. There are desert hills on the north and south sides and mountains in the distance.
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Back out on the open plain, our bus hurtles toward the city. Smokestacks and temples rise up from the earth; two visions competing for the sky. The woman on my right holds a chicken in her lap; rural wealth for a city friend? On my left a Buddhist priest sits in quiet repose and presides over the world.
a painting of three birds perched on a branch
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers