A Woman Laying On Top Of A Bed Next To A Wall Art

bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
Create a top hat from which liquid metal flows down the hair of a lady with strawberry blonde hair
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Back out on the open plain, our bus hurtles toward the city. Smokestacks and temples rise up from the earth; two visions competing for the sky. The woman on my right holds a chicken in her lap; rural wealth for a city friend? On my left a Buddhist priest sits in quiet repose and presides over the world.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
A whimsical and enchanting scene inside Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, featuring his extraordinary golden egg-laying geese. Several plump, pristine white geese are perched comfortably in ornate, perhaps slightly absurd, nests made of candy floss or sweet wrappers. Each goose is in the process of laying, or has just laid, a perfectly smooth, shimmering golden egg, which glows with a soft, magical luminescence. The geese themselves have a benevolent, slightly proud expression. The background reveals a fantastical, imaginative section of the factory, with edible landscapes, rivers of chocolate, and machinery built from confectionery. The lighting is soft, warm, and magical, emphasizing the golden glow of the eggs and the fantastical nature of the setting. The overall mood is one of sweet wonder, delight, and a touch of eccentricity."
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a tree in nature
bicyle resting against a wall
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.
Boho bedroom sanctuary
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
Photorealism Art Style, a chaotic and dynamic downhill ski race featuring four WWF-style wrestlers: two muscular women and two powerful men. All four are fiercely competing, wearing over-the-top, classic 90s-era WWF wrestling attire (like bright spandex, signature logos, and knee pads) over their ski boots, on skis. They are actively engaged in wrestling-like maneuvers while skiing—one wrestler might be attempting a headlock, another is pushing an opponent, and one is dramatically dodging. They are speeding down a pristine, snowy mountain slope under bright, clear daylight with pine trees visible in the background. Focus on intense facial expressions, exaggerated action, realistic snow spray, and detailed textures of both wrestling gear and ski equipment.
bicyle resting against a wall
urban street with city activity
animal standing in natural pose
a painting of a naked man leaning against a wall
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
bicyle resting against a wall
Morning inside the classroom at a private school in Kuala Lumpur before class begins. Students stand next to their desks as the teacher, standing in front, leads them in the usual morning recitations of the five national principles, their voices blending into one: "Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan." (Belief in God.) "Kesetiaan kepada Raja dan Negara." (Loyalty to the King and Country.) "Keluhuran Perlembagaan." (Supremacy of the Constitution.) "Kedaulatan Undang-Undang." (Rule of Law.) "Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan." (Courtesy and Morality.) Wing-Sun repeats the words automatically, his eyes drift across the classroom, catching a glimpse of Siu-Zi, the new girl, standing in her usual spot near the window.
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
bicyle resting against a wall
serene landscape with mountains and water
portrait of two people together
Digital Art Style, Romanticism Art Style, an overwhelmingly majestic and spiritually transformational painting inspired by Psalm 8:3-6. The scene captures a sweeping, sublime night sky, featuring a visible, prominent moon and countless brilliant stars, all rendered with luminous, dramatic glow. In the foreground, standing small against the infinite scale of the cosmos, is a solitary woman with long red hair, wearing simple, flowing attire. She is gazing upward, and a blinding shaft of pure, ethereal divine light—representing the glory and presence of the Lord—breaks through the veil of the deepest heavens, bypassing the moon and stars. This light dramatically envelops and transforms the woman, causing her clothing and hair to visibly glow with celestial energy. The artwork uses extreme digital chiaroscuro to emphasize the moment of spiritual encounter, with the vast sky and surrounding earth serving as a dark backdrop to the radiant divine presence. Focus on the sublime scale of the cosmos, the electrifying, transformative power of the pure divine light, and the solitary woman's luminous spiritual encounter against the immense majesty of the creation.
bicyle resting against a wall
A cat sitting in bedroom
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 beside the person in bed is a fluffy calico cat that has a pair of feathered angel wings. The cat is asleep too. Soft, natural light streams from a window to the left. Film grain.
bicyle resting against a wall
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 beside the person in bed is a fluffy calico cat that has a pair of feathered angel wings. The cat is asleep too. Soft, natural light streams from a window to the left. Film grain.
bicyle resting against a wall
Microscopic Worlds Surrealism Art Style Style Transfer Example
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
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 beside the person in bed is a fluffy calico cat that has a pair of feathered angel wings. The cat is asleep too. Soft, natural light streams from a window to the left. Film grain.
bicyle resting against a wall
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.