Cowgirls Riding On Horses Art

Taj Mahal
A village festival
Rush hour in the rain
A sundrenched beach scene
A person working from home
New York City
The sound of Om/Aum
A dramatic, close-up, high-contrast portrait inspired by Song of Songs 5:11. The subject's head is crowned with dramatically wavy hair that is intensely, intensely black—like the glossy feathers of a raven. A radiant, ethereal golden light emanates from the crown of the head, casting a dramatic glow. This golden light is surrounded by a rich, powerful aura of royal deep purple and mysterious black shadow. The portrait should emphasize the texture and depth of the black hair, contrasting sharply with the bright gold and the saturated purple surrounding the subject. The style should be elegant, opulent, and symbolic, focusing purely on the aesthetic of divine beauty and royal power
Cetus in the starry night sky.
Bright
Self Portrait
Elderly person in window light
Dancer mid-leap
Love letter confession scene
Martial artist breaking stone pillar
Chef's cooking explosion reaction
Doubting Thomas
New York City
Question
Sunset
New York City
Rush hour through time
Face becoming landscape becoming face
Ocean waves
A coastal scene at golden hour
An empty dining table set for two
A giant kaiju monster
New York City
A singer hitting a high note
A cathedral interior
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 group of determined 19th-century gold miners panning for gold in a shallow, rocky stream in the Sierra Nevada mountains during the California Gold Rush. They are wearing rugged, worn clothing and wide-brimmed hats. Sunlight filters through pine trees, casting dappled light on the scene. One miner is intensely focused on his gold pan, while another is sifting through gravel. The water is clear, revealing pebbles and glints of potential gold. The background shows a rugged, forested landscape with distant hills."
Artist in candlelit studio
Venus holding flowing fabric
Shelter
David as bronze statue
Bipolar self-portrait
New York City
Universe in a grain of sand
New York City
Horizon line
The weight of silence