A Wise Old Dragon Art

First confession under cherry blossoms
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
City birds
Raised fist
Beautiful, vibrant fields
Sleeping cat
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.
Magical baker girl with cupcakes
Warrior unleashing ultimate technique
Wholeness
24/7 LOVE
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.
The passage of time
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.
Mystic's divine union
REBEL
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
A librarian organizing floating books
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.
Migration patterns
Living building
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.
Single bird on wire
highly detailed 16-bit pixel art, enormous battlefield in orbit of a red desert planet, destroyed retro starships drifting in zero gravity, broken hulls with glowing pixel sparks, long skeletal cruiser stretching across foreground, mid-distance wreckage layers fading into parallax depth, crimson planetary surface below with visible canyon lines, scattered debris fields, drifting escape pods, dark outer space backdrop filled with faint stars, enhanced 16-bit color depth, sharp pixel clusters, cinematic wide shot, dramatic rim lighting on ship edges, rich reds and deep violets, retro sci-fi aesthetic, detailed sprite lighting
Dream landscape
house with front view
wide landscape with natural scenery
portrait of two people together
still life with everyday objects
Detective in rain-soaked alley
Pop Art Style Style Transfer Example
Line of stones placed at low tide
Fisherman mending nets at dawn
An empty dining table set for two
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes