A Sunset Over Water Art

still life with everyday objects
bicyle resting against a wall
Storybook Watercolor Style Transfer Example
two people sitting at a table with open books
a painting of a person holding a book and a magnifying glass
a painting of a man sitting at a table looking at a book
Wildflower study with roots
animal standing in natural pose
house with front view
Butterfly wing scales
Storybook Watercolor Style Transfer Example
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
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
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.
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.
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.
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.
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
Fairy Tale Fantasy Art Style Transfer Example
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
bicyle resting against a wall
serene landscape with mountains and water
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
urban street with city activity
urban street with city activity
animal standing in natural pose
urban street with city activity