A Painting Of A Colorful Swirl With Bubbles Art

portrait of a person with expressive eyes

still life arrangement of fruits and flowers

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

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

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.

A steampunk alchemist stands in a cluttered workshop illuminated by the warm glow of gas lamps. He wears a leather apron adorned with brass buckles and a pair of intricate goggles perched on his forehead. His gloved hands tinker with a bubbling alembic connected by coiled copper tubes to a maze of glass vials filled with glowing, iridescent liquids. The background is a mix of Victorian elegance and industrial grit--ornate wooden shelves lined with dusty tomes and jars of exotic ingredients, alongside rusted gears and steam-powered contraptions whirring softly. A faint mist of steam rises from a brass furnace, and a mechanical raven with glowing red eyes perches on a nearby stand, observing the scene with curiosity.

A photo-realistic image of the crumbling adobe ruins of Fort Lowell, New Mexico, nestled in a desolate, high desert landscape. The sun is setting, casting long, dramatic shadows. Include sparse, authentic 19th-century military supplies scattered in the foreground. Style: Hyper-detailed, cinematic, volumetric lighting.

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.

The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders.
And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop
he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.

Hyper-realistic hammerhead shark over a vibrant coral reef floor, countless schools of tropical fish swirling overhead in crystal-clear turquoise waters, leaving a shimmering trail of glittering sparkles where they go, extreme detail, photorealistic, cinematic lighting,

A grey squirrel gathers nuts in early winter at first snowfall. A grey squirrel finds a stash of nuts in spring, A nut grows into a tree in summer, a tree with lots of nuts under it in fall.

create an image which conveys "Kindness is one thing you can't give away - it always comes back."

$A breathtaking, full-size artistic sculpture of a standing buffalo, rendered entirely in the style of intricate, luminous glass art, reminiscent of the painted buffalo installations found in West Yellowstone. The Buffalo is standing in the nature of Yellowstone National Park. The buffalo's form is composed of countless individual pieces of vibrant, multifaceted stained glass or fused glass, meticulously cut, arranged, and joined, creating a cohesive and majestic shape. Instead of traditional paint, the entire surface of this glass buffalo is adorned with various miniature, finely detailed scenes and patterns etched, painted, or embedded within the glass itself, or created by the unique coloration and texture of the glass pieces. These scenes could depict: Western landscapes: Yellowstone's geysers, mountain ranges, pine forests, rivers. Wildlife: Elk, bears, wolves, eagles (in glass). Native American art motifs: Geometric patterns, symbols, and figures (also rendered in glass). Historical moments: Subtle nods to early explorers or iconic figures (stylized in glass). The buffalo's interior is subtly illuminated, causing the entire sculpture to glow from within. Light catches every facet of the glass, creating a dazzling play of refracted colors and intricate shadows on the ground around it. The background is a clean, modern art gallery setting with soft, focused lighting, allowing the buffalo to be the sole, radiant centerpiece. The atmosphere is one of awe, wonder, and appreciation for artistic craftsmanship and the spirit of the American West, reimagined through a unique, luminous medium. The artistic style is hyper-realistic, emphasizing the detailed texture, transparency, and brilliant light play inherent in glass art."$