A Table With A Bowl Of Fruit On Top Of It Art

urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
a statue of a man with clouds behind him
house with front view
Made a design of Astarte Canaanite Goddess with asherah poles on surrounding her. She sits on a throne with a lion on one side and a bull on the other of the throne. They sit on the edge of moonlight where love becomes force, and beauty becomes command. Below the image add the text "Healing Goddess" using an ancient style that recalls Greek script. Above the design add the text "ASARTE" Astarte is one of the oldest goddesses of the ancient Near East a celestial queen of love, fertility, war, and sovereignty. She rules with a gaze of starlight and hands that both heal and burn. The design is made to look like a pendant or medil honoring her radiant complexity. She is the mother goddess woman crowned with planets, adorned in sacred fire, and feared by kings. As the night star rises, so does her voice a hymn of sensuality, rebellion, and divine embodiment.
a black and white drawing of a skeleton holding a sword
a painting of an older couple posing for a picture
a black and white image of a comic strip
a painting of a man in armor holding two swords
a group of three girls standing next to each other
Factory interior with emphasis on geometric patterns in the art style of Precisionism --v 6.1
Urban street scene with emphasis on geometric simplification in the art style of Precisionism --v 6.1
Historical scene with emphasis on authentic period details in the art style of Pre-Raphaelite --v 6.1
Historical scene with emphasis on authentic period details in the art style of Pre-Raphaelite --v 6.1
Urban street scene with emphasis on geometric simplification in the art style of Precisionism --v 6.1
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.
Bipolar self-portrait
Venus holding flowing fabric
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
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.”
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
urban street with city activity