“No Man, When He Hath Lighted A Candle, Covereth It With A Vessel, Or Putteth It Under A Bed; But Setteth It On A Candlestick, Art

Oil Painting Art Style, a magnificent, normal-sized Red Admiral butterfly with its wings spread wide, revealing intricate patterns of bold black, vivid orange-red, and crisp white, delicately perched on the stem or curving surface of a large, plump orange pumpkin. This scene is set within a sprawling, sun-drenched autumn pumpkin patch, where numerous pumpkins of various sizes are nestled amongst lush green and fading yellow vines. Surrounding the pumpkins are vibrant fall flowers arranged like a charming garden, in hues of deep red, golden yellow, and rustic orange. In the background, hints of golden aspen-like leaves glow from distant trees, adding to the rich autumn palette. The entire composition is bathed in clear, crisp, golden autumn sunlight, casting subtle shadows and highlighting the rich textures. Focus on the detailed brushwork on the butterfly's tiny wings, the tangible texture of the pumpkin's skin, and the vibrant, layered colors of the fall foliage, flowers, and pumpkins, creating a detailed and serene artistic composition.
A candid, tender photograph of a person lying sick in a dimly lit, cozy bedroom, buried under a heavy quilt with only their pale face showing, eyes closed in sleep. Tissues and medicine bottles clutter a bedside table. Curled tightly against their chest is a fluffy calico cat that has a pair of detailed, feathered angel wings folded against its back. The cat is asleep too. Soft, natural light streams from a window to the left. Film grain.
A candid, tender photograph of a person lying sick in a dimly lit, cozy bedroom, buried under a heavy quilt with only their pale face showing, eyes closed in sleep. Tissues and medicine bottles clutter a bedside table. Curled tightly against their chest is a fluffy calico cat that has a pair of detailed, feathered angel wings folded against its back. The cat is asleep too. Soft, natural light streams from a window to the left. Film grain.
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
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
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.
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. (Matthew 7:7-8 KJVA)
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
A candid, tender photograph of a person lying sick in a dimly lit, cozy bedroom, buried under a heavy quilt with only their pale face showing, eyes closed in sleep. Tissues and medicine bottles clutter a bedside table. Curled tightly against their chest is a fluffy calico cat that has a pair of small, detailed, feathered angel wings folded against its back. The cat is asleep too. Soft, natural light streams from a window to the left. Film grain.
Hyper-realistic Andean condor flying in the sky over a forest, leaving a shimmering trail of glittering sparkles where it goes, extreme detail, photorealistic, cinematic lighting
Father and Grandmother with Siu Zi leaving their home in a Guangzhou street in the dark of night. There is an air of secrecy. Siu Zi clutches her small bag, its contents little more than a few treasured keepsakes and faded photographs. Her father’s reassuring hand on her shoulder, and the soft presence of her grandmother at his side, give her the courage to move forward. A taxi waits down the street to take them to the train.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Nearer to the city now, the bus thumps and bumps to a slower pace. Grinding gears mark spaces between dirty children, playing obliviously in the road. Neither village nor metropolis, outskirts have no identity: Just a blurry line of encroachment; a temporary half-life on the way to something more. Dust springs up from the tires of trucks headed both ways on the road. A little girl stands crying in a mud puddle; her brothers laughing from the sides. She has to learn rejection to participate in this brutal, belonging dance. A little life, and a little death for a product truly worthy of its name: a good woman is hard to find.
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
house with front view
Oil Painting Art Style, a magnificent Red Admiral butterfly with its wings spread wide, revealing intricate patterns of bold black, vivid orange-red, and crisp white, gently perched on the stem or surface of a perfect, plump orange pumpkin. This scene is set within a sprawling, sun-drenched autumn pumpkin patch, where numerous pumpkins of various sizes are nestled amongst lush green and fading yellow vines. Surrounding the pumpkins are vibrant fall flowers arranged like a charming garden, in hues of deep red, golden yellow, and rustic orange. In the background, hints of golden aspen-like leaves glow from distant trees, adding to the rich autumn palette. The entire composition is bathed in clear, crisp, golden autumn sunlight, casting subtle shadows and highlighting the rich textures. Focus on the detailed brushwork on the butterfly's wings, the tangible texture of the pumpkin's skin, and the vibrant, layered colors of the fall foliage, flowers, and pumpkins, creating a detailed and serene artistic composition.
Hyper-realistic Andean condor flying in the sky over a forest, leaving a shimmering trail of glittering sparkles where it goes, extreme detail, photorealistic, cinematic lighting
still life with everyday objects
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.
Minimalist Photography Style Style Transfer Example
portrait of two people together
Oil Painting Art Style, a magnificent Red Admiral butterfly with its wings spread wide, revealing intricate patterns of bold black, vivid orange-red, and crisp white, firmly perched on the distinctive, textured white bark of an aspen tree. This scene is set at a lower elevation, where the aspen grows near a gently flowing stream, its banks adorned with a lush fall garden of colorful autumn flowers—deep reds, golden yellows, and fiery oranges—arranged in a picturesque display. Overhead and around, the aspen tree's own leaves are ablaze with brilliant, bright gold, adding a stunning luminosity to the scene. The entire composition is illuminated by clear, crisp autumn light, casting subtle shadows and highlighting the rich textures. Focus on the detailed brushwork on the butterfly's wings, the tangible texture of the aspen bark, and the vibrant, layered colors of the fall foliage and flowers, especially the striking golden aspen leaves, creating a detailed and serene artistic composition.
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!
bicyle resting against a wall
urban street with city activity
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
animal standing in natural pose
A high-resolution, photorealistic cinematic photograph captures the intense, desperate interaction from Genesis 32:29, set on a rugged, muddy river plain at the precise break of day (sunrise). The two powerful male figures are in a tense, deadlock, illuminated by dramatic chiaroscuro lighting. Jacob, a weathered, muscular patriarch, is physically clinging to the other figure with white-knuckled desperation, his left hand burying itself deep, grasping and twisting a thick portion of the 'man's' luminous tunic, refusing to let go, his face contorted in pleading intensity. The 'Man' (a powerful male Christophany, not a female angel) stands composed and towering, looking down with a compassionate yet regal expression, one hand raised to bless Jacob, while allowing Jacob to hold his luminous clothing. Long shadows are cast, and intricate leather, woven fabric, sweat, and the 'man's' luminous texture are highly detailed. No text or letters are visible on screen.
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.
Minimalist Photography Style Style Transfer Example
Start with a completely ordinary, even boring photograph of a full moon reflecting over a still lake. Corrupt it until it no longer resembles its original subject at all, but still somehow feels like it’s haunted by what it used to be. Push the file through at least four different deliberate stages of destruction (e.g. heavy JPEG decay → databend in Audacity → pixel sorting by luminance → extreme RGB channel displacement and offset). Let compression artifacts bloom into impossible colors. Allow entire sections to liquefy and drip downward. Make the metadata scream. The final image should feel like a memory that’s been compressed, encrypted, lost, recovered, and compressed again for twenty years.
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.
A solitary and intensely symbolic image depicting a magnificent, large black raven as the embodiment of judgment from Proverbs 30:17. The raven is portrayed with immense detail and an almost mythical presence, its feathers dark and glossy, its eyes glowing with a profound, ancient wisdom or stern disapproval. It is perched on a jagged, weathered tree branch or a sharp, craggy rock formation within a desolate, mist-shrouded valley. The background is stark and emphasizes desolation, featuring barren, rocky slopes and a stormy, oppressive sky with heavy, dark clouds. The lighting is dramatic and stark, perhaps a single shaft of pale, cold light illuminating the raven, casting long, deep shadows around it. The focus is entirely on the raven, its sharp beak, and its piercing gaze, conveying a sense of ultimate, inescapable consequence. The overall mood is one of profound, somber judgment and the quiet, heavy weight of natural law, expressed through the powerful symbolism of the bird."
Glitch Art Style Style Transfer Example
Glitch Art Style Style Transfer Example
A majestic, powerful warhorse standing in a void of deep celestial blue. The horse is translucent, made of shimmering ethereal light and "golden threads," representing the human heart. From above, a single, piercing beam of divine white light descends, illuminating the horse's "inner workings" and spirit. The horse looks strong but is bowed in submission, showing that its "great strength" is nothing under the gaze of the Creator. Highly detailed, sacred art style, glowing highlights, volumetric lighting.
Got it. You'd like the full prompt again, including the updated detail about miners on the banks, ready for ArtStyles.com. Here it is: Revised Prompt for ArtStyles.com: "A bustling scene of 19th-century gold miners during the California Gold Rush. Several determined miners are panning for gold in a shallow, rocky stream in the Sierra Nevada mountains, their rugged, worn clothing and wide-brimmed hats indicating their toil. Along the banks of the stream, other miners are actively digging into the earth with shovels and picks, creating small piles of dirt and using sluice boxes to separate gold. Sunlight filters through tall pine trees, casting dappled light on the scene, illuminating the clear water and the industrious activity of the miners. The background showcases a rugged, forested landscape with distant hills.""sepia tone vintage photograph, grainy, aged look"
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
A tranquil and inviting autumn landscape based on the provided image, depicting a park-like setting with large trees and a pile of fallen leaves. The trees framing the foreground and extending into the middle ground are now in their full, glorious fall colors. One feels as if they are under a canopy of trees. The ground is generously covered with a soft, thick carpet of fallen autumn leaves, rendered in various warm hues. A prominent, neatly gathered pile of raked leaves sits in the middle ground, inviting curiosity or play, with its textures and colors clearly visible. In the background, hints of a path or road gently wind through more fall foliage, suggesting a peaceful stroll. The sky above is a soft, clear autumn blue, allowing warm, diffused sunlight to filter through the canopy, casting gentle shadows and highlighting the vibrant colors of the leaves both on the trees and on the ground. The overall mood is one of serene autumnal beauty, crisp air, and the pleasant, nostalgic feeling of a beautiful fall day in a park."
Mr. Chen has arranged for the little family to cross secretly into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, Siu Zi, her father and Grandmother, along with Mr. Chen have boarded a small boat that carries them silently across the water. The sea is calm, its surface reflecting a tapestry of starlight, as if the heavens themselves are guiding them. Siu-Zi lies nestled between her father and grandmother, wrapped up in blankets, in the forward part of an open boat with quiet motors propelling them along. Their is an air of mystery and tension.
Classical Wildlife Illustration Style, Rich Textures, Warm Golden Hour Lighting. An intimate, detailed look at a dramatic rescue on a sun-dappled forest floor. The Trapped Giant (The Lion): A massive, powerful male lion with a thick mane is hopelessly tangled in a complex hunter’s net made of thick, coarse hemp ropes. He is lying on his side, exhausted and defeated, his immense paws bound. His expression is one of surprising gentleness and relief as he looks down. The Tiny Hero (The Mouse): The focal point is a tiny field mouse, rendered with exquisite detail, perched precariously on a thick knot of rope right next to the lion's massive face. The mouse is busily gnawing through a crucial strand of the thick netting with its sharp teeth. Shavings of hemp rope are visible. The Atmosphere: Warm, late afternoon sunlight filters through the tree canopy, creating patches of bright light that highlight the dusty texture of the ropes, the individual hairs on the mouse, and the deep golden fur of the lion. The immense scale difference between the lion’s head and the mouse’s entire body is central to the composition.
A beautiful young woman with fair skin, light brown hair styled in a braid, and rosy cheeks stands outdoors in front of a rustic stone and ivy-covered building. She is wearing a simple, practical light brown dress with an apron-style overlay, suggestive of a farm setting. Her right arm is extended, and she is wearing a dark leather glove on her hand, upon which a messenger pigeon has just landed. The pigeon is a classic racing pigeon type, with iridescent green and purple neck feathers, and it has its wings slightly spread as if in the act of landing or adjusting. A small message capsule or scroll is clearly visible attached to one of its legs. The woman looks slightly upwards and to the right with a soft, warm expression, her lips slightly parted, as if acknowledging the pigeon or looking towards the message. In the background, to the right, is a picturesque green landscape under a bright sky with scattered clouds, featuring rolling hills, a small, distant stone building, and what appears to be an old cannon or piece of artillery, hinting at a historical wartime context. The overall lighting is warm and natural, creating a serene yet significant atmosphere.
“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)