Car Art

Elderly person in natural window light
An empty dining table set for two
Text-based cat face with whiskers in the art style of ASCII art --v 6.1
Colorful soup can with bold outlines in the art style of Pop Art --v 6.1
Colorful soup can with bold outlines in the art style of Pop Art --v 6.1
New York City
Growth
Mother and child embrace
A futuristic cityscape at dawn
Rush hour in the rain
Definition of nothing projected on empty wall
Heritage roses with botanical details
Crystal glasses with colored liquids
a sticker of a girl with a basket of flowers and a cat
Free library built from community-donated materials
Artist copying same text until exhaustion
Platter with peacock and fruit garland border
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!
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.
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
a black and white photo of a cat's face
En la portada quiero un niño pequeño de 12años de piel blanca y pelo rizo de tras de el quiero 4 sombras como fantasma y de título de la portada se llama las 4 sombras de Enzo en la primera escena se presenta la familia de Enzo su mamá, papa y su abuela centados cenando y riéndose como una gran familia feliz en la segunda escena quiero que Enzo y lili niña de 12 año pelo café y de vestido rosa su mejor amiga salgan abrazados como mejores amigo tercer escena Enzo y lili hiendo a la escuela cuarta escena la mamá de Enzo lo va a traer a la escuela y lo mira Hugo niño de 12 años un poco alto de piel morena pelo liso con cara de odio al ver la escena de que Enzo si lo va a traer su mamá quinta escena día siguiente comienza los insulto de Hugo hacia Enzo diciendo cosas hírientes como eres un tonto, nunca vas a superarte, fracasado Enzo se puso a pensar por que su compañeros le decía eso sexta escena lili vio que tenían a Enzo rodeado A fuera de la escuela Hugo y 3 chicos más de la misma edad de Hugo 13 años lili les
a black and white drawing of a woman and two cats
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a tree in nature
still life with everyday objects
Street Art Poster Design Style Transfer Example
bicyle resting against a wall
serene landscape with mountains and water
animal standing in natural pose
Street Art Poster Design Style Transfer Example
portrait of two people together
house with front view
wide landscape with natural scenery
urban street with city activity
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
Inside a large office building in London, on the 5th floor, Wing Sun's father, a Chinese Malaysian man in his 30s, speaks to his counterpart in the company, and English man, about business. Other workers are seated at their desks and standing at a copy machine. There are some Black people, but mostly British. One whole wall of the room is glass and we can see something of London outside.
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.
In Penang, Malaysia. Wing Sun's Grandmother is elderly and lives in Penang, on the island. Grandma's house is in a quieter part of the island, closer to the coastline where the sea breeze can be felt through the wooden windows. It's near the ocean, in Tanjung Bungah where there are old-style homes and a slower pace of life. There are many resort "homestay" hotels, and also some high-rise condos, but Grandmother's house has been there many years. Wing-Sun's mother grew up in that house, near the beach, with the ocean breeze. We see the house from down the street with Grandma standing in the doorway greeting us.
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.
Inside an informal church in Kuala Lumpur. Wing Sun and his father and mother, along with Siu Zi, his friend from school are there together. We are standing in the back of the room, and there are many more people than there were in the London church. There are people of different ethnicities, but mostly Chinese Malaysian. The Pastor, a Chinese man, is standing up front speaking to the congregation, facing them. The atmosphere is hot and sweaty, with ceiling fans running, but still welcoming, Wing Sun is happy that his family is together and also that his friend Siu Zi, who he has just learned is a Christian, can be there too.