A Square With A Brown Circle On It Art

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!
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
wide landscape with natural scenery
urban street with city activity
animal standing in natural pose
a tree in nature
serene landscape with mountains and water
bicyle resting against a wall
urban street with city activity
A student seeing their test score
Pixel Art Style Style Transfer Example
Airship above clockwork city
still life with everyday objects
urban street with city activity
Pipe bookshelf with reclaimed planks
Pixel Art Style Style Transfer Example
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.
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.
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
The rose of Venus pattern
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
world war 2
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
Make a sprite of a knight jumping, without using any type of sword. style 2d platformer
house with front view
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
still life with everyday objects
"Abandoned nursery" - decrepit children's room with one rocking chair still moving, peeling wallpaper revealing disturbing drawings.
bicyle resting against a wall
Floating Islands Style Transfer Example
Really brown and black cat
a tree in nature
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
Compressed urban debris
bicyle resting against a wall
A triptych oil painting, presented as three heavily framed, connected panels in the dramatic, tenebrism style of Baroque masters like Caravaggio. The overall atmosphere is one of supernatural, oppressive darkness and violent chaos. The Left Panel shows the penitent thief on his cross, body twisted in pain but his face turned toward the center panel with a look of sorrowful acceptance. A faint, supernatural light illuminates his face against a nearly black sky. Below him, rocks are splitting. The Center Panel is dominated by Jesus on the cross, head bowed in finality. The sky is a swirling vortex of eclipse darkness, blotting out the sun. The ground beneath the cross is violently cracking open, emitting dust and smoke, with debris caught in mid-air from the earthquake shockwave. The Right Panel shows the impenitent thief, writhing and screaming against his bonds, his face contorted in rage looking away from the center. He is almost swallowed by the shadows. The cross appears unstable as the cliffside crumbles beneath it. The entire triptych has a rich, dark color palette of deep browns, blacks, and muted crimson, textured with visible, frantic brushstrokes.