Figure Studies For Altarpiece Art

A butterfly landed on the canvas
Taj Mahal
"PRESSURE"
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
Create an elegant Christmas tree from a gold leaf pear tree with a partridge on the top, yellow pears, 2 turtledoves, 3 french hens 4 calling birds which are bluebirds, 5 golden rings, 6 geese, 7 swans, 8 bright pink ballerinas, 8 maids with royal blue dresses and milk pails, 9 Lords in purple, 10 Pipers in silver, 12 drummers in tangerine orange. No green or red colors
Portrait
Landscape
Still Life
anthropomorphic coyote in a tailored Victorian suit, wearing a brass-trimmed top hat and monocle, steampunk style, intricate mechanical accessories, standing in a forest with copper pipes and gear-laced trees, full body portrait, Vibrant Colors, heavy oil paint impasto, in the style of Peter Max with Mary Blair aspects.
A hyper-realistic orangutan sitting in a lush Borneo rainforest tree, cradling its baby, eating a big juicy fig, surrounded by trees adorned with shimmering glitter sparkles, extreme detail, cinematic lighting, vibrant colors, misty atmosphere
Hyper-realistic Andean condor flying in the sky over a forest, leaving a shimmering trail of glittering sparkles where it goes, extreme detail, photorealistic, cinematic lighting
Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! "The world is in greater peril from those who tolerate or encourage evil than from those who actually commit it." DO NOT PUT WORDS IN THE IMAGE
Guardian of dreams with crystal wand
Street hacker with holographic keyboard
New York City
New York City
Mountain range
Giant chasm
New York City
Skate deck
Missing person poster
Storm clouds gathering
Alien Landscape
New York City
A garden tea party
New York City
A city skyline at sunset
An erupting volcano
A butterfly emerging
New York City
New York City
A coral reef ecosystem
A warrior's statue
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
Fishing in the early morning fog on a lake.
An interior scene. An old Bible with dog-eared pages, a black leather cover, and words of Christ in red sits open on a table. The camera sees the Bible at a 45 degree angle. The table and chair are old and worn, sitting on a worn carpet on a wood plank floor. There are some pens and highlighters, along with a red ribbon bookmark, a half-empty drink and some paper clips. The room is in low-light, and a small window is in the background. Someone has been studying and just stepped away for a moment. Some lines in the Bible are highlighted yellow.
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
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."
ezekiel 1:1-28 create the angel described in these verses
Lone tree on snowy hill
Haystacks at sunset