A Painting Of A Man In A Body Of Water Art

still life with everyday objects
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
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.
An interior scene. An old Bible with dog-eared pages, a black leather cover, and words of Christ in red sits open on a table. The camera sees the Bible at a 45 degree angle. The table and chair are old and worn, sitting on a worn carpet on a wood plank floor. There are some pens and highlighters, along with a red ribbon bookmark, a half-empty drink and some paper clips. The room is in low-light, and a small window is in the background. Someone has been studying and just stepped away for a moment. Some lines in the Bible are highlighted yellow.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Life is all around for us to hold. Spring will come again when we forget the winter cold. Soon will be the summer, when the evenings linger long with jokes and quips and camping trips, a kindred summer song. The time won’t last forever, we can see; still, we should learn the lesson of the tree. In winter snow or summer’s long good-bye, trees keep reaching upward to the sky.
I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
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
Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
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.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Afternoon rain forces us into the coolness of the little house, surrounded by rice paddies, where Grandmother assembles strings of Christmas lights; bound for somewhere. Young mother watches three children grow, and wonders: What will their lives be? Can’t dream of what she’s never seen; can’t see what she can’t dream.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
A detailed fantasy painting shows a sprawling gnome village built into the massive trunk and branches of an ancient tree at night. Numerous cozy wooden houses with blue-tiled roofs and glowing windows are nestled among the leaves, connected by intricate rope bridges, wooden walkways, and ladders. Gnomes in traditional red hats are visible on balconies and platforms. The primary mode of transport is large owls: a giant barn owl with a leather harness and basket filled with gnomes lands on a main platform, while another owl wearing a scarf perches on a lower bridge. Dozens of other owls are perched throughout the tree and in the background forest. A large, glowing full moon illuminates the scene, casting a magical light, with warm lanterns hanging everywhere. A gentle river flows at the base of the tree among forest flowers. The style is rich, textured, and whimsical
A surreal sculpture of a humanoid shape made of magnetic liquid metal, caught in a state of transformation, ArtStyle liquid metal. The composition is split between water and land. On the water side, the entity's leg is a vortex of water and metal swirling together, zero gravity liquid droplets rising up. On the land side, the other leg creates heavy, thick strands of magnetic fluid stretching and snapping as it steps onto the terrain, pulling the ocean with it. Intense texture of ferrofluid spikes and smooth metallic curves. Dramatic shadows, wet surface rendering, hyper-realistic physics.
A cinematic oil painting of the 'harvest of reward.' Glowing silhouettes of souls gathered in celestial halls made of clouds and amber light. In the distance, a metaphorical field of golden wheat representing the harvest. Warm, glowing color palette: burnt orange, gold leaf, and deep mahogany. Soft brushwork, divine and majestic atmosphere.
Oil Painting Art Style, Baroque Art Style, a breathtakingly majestic and regal full-length portrait of "The Queen in Gold of Ophir," inspired by Psalm 45. The Queen stands with impeccable grace and royal dignity, her posture radiating quiet power. Her expression is serene, gentle, and profoundly gracious, with a subtle, noble peace. She is adorned in an exquisitely elaborate gown woven entirely from the finest, purest gold of Ophir, which shimmers and gleams with unparalleled brilliance, featuring a magnificent, flowing long train that sweeps gracefully behind her across the ground. Her attire is intricately embellished with countless precious jewels—sapphires, rubies, and emeralds—each sparkling intensely with Baroque dynamism. A delicate yet regal golden crown, also ablaze with light, rests upon her head. The setting is a serene yet grand sacred garden abundant with white and golden lilies, which bloom richly around her feet and extend into the softly focused background. The scene is bathed in dramatic, warm, golden ambient light that creates striking highlights on her golden gown and the lilies, making her and her lavish garments glow amidst the natural beauty. Focus on the unparalleled brilliance, texture, and radiant shine of her golden gown and its sweeping train, the intense sparkle of her jewels, her majestic yet gentle presence, and the luxurious, sacred atmosphere created by the golden light and the symbolic lilies, befitting a queen in God's presence.
“So all the men of Israel were gathered against the city, knit together as one man.” (Judges 20:11, KJV)
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“He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.” (Isaiah 53:3, KJV)