A Picture Of A Man's Torso Made Up Of Words Art

Pixel warrior figure
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
New York City
Urban anxiety
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
Dancers in rehearsal
A massive, solid metal USSR emblem glows harshly in red and gold, radiating intense, blinding light. The emblem is firmly pressed down onto the back of a large, dark eagle, which is clearly pinned and crushed beneath its weight. The eagle’s wings are forcibly flattened and bent outward, feathers distorted, body warped under the relentless pressure. Its legs and torso are pressed into the ground, unable to move, showing literal physical force. The emblem dominates the composition, casting sharp, dramatic shadows across the dark eagle. The scene is rendered in bold, graphic socialist propaganda poster style, with high-contrast colors, simplified forms, exaggerated perspective, and stylized lighting. Harsh rays of light radiate from the emblem, emphasizing power and oppression. No abstract symbolism, no heroic balance, no floating elements — only a monumental emblem pressing down, physically immobilizing the eagle.
a tree in nature
A wise old dragon
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
Create a picture of "fatuous"
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
Set of mugs with ash glaze
A radiant horse leaping through shimmering woods, golden mane flowing with joy, teal trees echoing calm. Oil paint, heavy impasto, textured strokes, the surface alive with feeling
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
generate me a picture of a audi rs6
Upcycled sculpture made from ocean plastic waste in the art style of Eco Art --v 6.1
Upcycled sculpture made from ocean plastic waste in the art style of Eco Art --v 6.1
a tree in nature
Upcycled sculpture made from ocean plastic waste in the art style of Eco Art --v 6.1
Upcycled sculpture made from ocean plastic waste in the art style of Eco Art --v 6.1
wide landscape with natural scenery, no words
portrait of two people together
bicyle resting against a wall
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
bicyle resting against a wall
urban street with city activity
animal standing in natural pose
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
bicyle resting against a wall
urban street with city activity
Poem with randomly assembled words in the art style of Dada --v 6.1
Poem with randomly assembled words in the art style of Dada --v 6.1
Poem with randomly assembled words in the art style of Dada --v 6.1
Poem with randomly assembled words in the art style of Dada --v 6.1
a man in suspenders and a white shirt is holding his hands up
urban street with city activity
New York City