An Older Woman Sitting At A Table With A Pen And Paper Art

still life with everyday objects
Walking into a workshop, a clean, but well-used work area with low light, I see beams of light from an overhead source, perhaps a high window, with motes of dust floating around in them, between me and a straight-on view of a woodworker's workbench with a vise mounted on it and some random tools laid out from a job just completed. I see many tools hanging on the wall behind the bench, and stored underneath. A long well-cared for handsaw, a brace-and-bit, several different sizes and styles of wood chisels hanging in a rack together, a couple mallets and a good framing hammer, and particularly, a large well-defined carpenter's square.
First love confession
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.
First confession under cherry blossoms
City birds
Beautiful, vibrant fields
Sleeping cat
Warrior unleashing ultimate technique
24/7 LOVE
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.
REBEL
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.
Migration patterns
Living building
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.
Cyber mall hangout
Single bird on wire
highly detailed 16-bit pixel art, enormous battlefield in orbit of a red desert planet, destroyed retro starships drifting in zero gravity, broken hulls with glowing pixel sparks, long skeletal cruiser stretching across foreground, mid-distance wreckage layers fading into parallax depth, crimson planetary surface below with visible canyon lines, scattered debris fields, drifting escape pods, dark outer space backdrop filled with faint stars, enhanced 16-bit color depth, sharp pixel clusters, cinematic wide shot, dramatic rim lighting on ship edges, rich reds and deep violets, retro sci-fi aesthetic, detailed sprite lighting
Dream landscape
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
Blocky Art Style Style Transfer Example
portrait of two people together
serene landscape with mountains and water
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall