Three Little Birds Sitting On A Branch In The Rain Art

Textile pattern based on suprematist principles in the art style of Suprematism --v 6.1
Non-objective composition focusing on the interaction of simple shapes in the art style of Hard-edge Painting --v 6.1
Majestic dragon perched on mountain peak in the art style of Fantasy Art --v 6.1
Textile pattern based on suprematist principles in the art style of Suprematism --v 6.1
Majestic dragon perched on mountain peak in the art style of Fantasy Art --v 6.1
Beautiful elf girl black hair in the middle of the woods, making sure she’s not being watched. She has a red hood on with a gorgeous gown. She has blue eyes. Her age is 16
still life with everyday objects
Vibrant swirls of color intertwining on canvas in the art style of abstract art --v 6.1
Jesus in a long white robe to the foot. not long hair
Single red dot centered on a large white surface in the art style of Minimalism --v 6.1
Online performance exploring virtual identity in the art style of Net Art --v 6.1
a painting of a man kneeling on a rug
a painting of a man standing on a rug
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
bicyle resting against a wall
Projection mapping on building facade in the art style of Street Art --v 6.1
Projection mapping on building facade in the art style of Street Art --v 6.1
portrait of two people together
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
a man with his hands on his head
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
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
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.
a painting of a castle on a hill
a painting of two men fighting with each other
a man in a black shirt is staring at something
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
The weight of silence
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose
animal standing in natural pose