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8 months ago

Abstract Full-Body Portrait of a Prostitute – Salvador Dalí (Late-Life Style, Singular Focus & Pure Surrealism) (Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

ElectricL
8 390

2 months ago

Create a photo-realistic image of a futuristic robotic tiger-motorbike hybrid, designed entirely out of chrome, steel, and advanced mechanical components. The creature-machine fusion is in mid-motion, moving toward the viewer at a 3/4 angle, with visible gears, piston-actuated limbs, glowing energy conduits, and overlapping segmented plating. Its mechanical legs are exaggerated in size and extended outward as if about to pounce, adding tension and kinetic realism. Mounted atop the mech is the uploaded woman , no crucifix, as a cyberpunk woman dressed in a sleek teal jacket and shorts and wearing turquoise shoes. She leans forward with focus, hands gripping the controls embedded in the creature’s shoulder armor, posture angled aggressively. A large matte-black tactical backpack clings to her back, suggesting she's in transit or on a mission. The viewer is scaled to only 1/4 inch tall, making the mech-animal hybrid appear towering and overwhelming. The mechanical belly and undercarriage are partially tilted toward the viewer, revealing hydraulic systems, central reactor cores, and internal cabling. Chrome panels reflect the ambient city light, creating a dazzling mix of motion and detail. The background is a cinematic blur of a futuristic street scene, with neon signage and crowd movement adding environmental depth. Motion blur is applied subtly to the extremities and tail elements to suggest speed. Lighting emphasizes reflection, shadow contouring, and tech glows across the body. Avoid cartoonish exaggeration—this is a polished biomechanical predator built for speed, precision, and impact. hyper-realistic, photorealistic with no cartoon, anime, CGI, or painted effect.

Selena_H
5 170

8 months ago

(Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

ElectricL
4 170

7 months ago

A powerful fully topless with, her breasts painted with blood, (witch:1.5) with (jet-black hair:1.4), her hair whipping violently in the chaotic winds, stands at the center of a (vertical spiraling vortex of fire:1.5), rising from the ground like a colossal (upright Twister ice cream:1.4). The unholy flames are (blue:1.3) and (purple:1.3), twisting and crackling as they encircle her in dense, spiraling coils, their glow casting intense, flickering shadows across her form and the scorched ground beneath her feet. Her eyes glow faintly white, rolled subtly back in her head, adding a terrifying and otherworldly aura to her appearance. The glow is faint, almost as if the light emanates from deep within her, intensifying her connection to the destructive forces she wields. Her expression is one of intense focus, her furrowed brows and parted lips showing the strain of channeling such immense power. She wears a (sheer black dress:1.6) with (oversized, flowing sleeves:1.5) that billow dramatically in the vortex’s winds. One side of her dress has come undone, sliding down her shoulder in the frenzy, revealing a subtle hint of one breast, as though the raw energy of her power has caused her appearance to become as chaotic as the firestorm she commands. The fabric clings lightly to her body in places, accentuating her curves while maintaining a sense of mystery and elegance. The dress flows dynamically in the swirling wind, twisting and fluttering as if alive, amplifying the sense of motion and intensity. She grips a (wand carved from a human femur:1.6), the handle adorned with (skeleton fingers:1.4) gripping the bone tightly, as though channeling her unholy power. Around her waist, a (rope belt:1.4) hangs loosely, adorned with (shrunken heads:1.7), their leathery faces twisted in agony, their grotesque forms reminiscent of the ceremonial work of Jivaroan tribes. The heads sway slightly in the vortex, their eerie stillness contrasting with the wild motion of the flames. The ground beneath her feet is scorched and cracked, glowing faintly with embers. Scattered (withered skulls and incomplete bones:1.3) lie among the charred earth, blending seamlessly into the apocalyptic scene. The (vertical vortex of fire:1.5) rises around her, twisting upward in a dense, hypnotic spiral. The flames pulse with chaotic energy, their intertwined hues of purple and blue casting (volumetric light:1.4) through the smoky, ash-filled air. The atmosphere is alive with glowing embers, drifting ash, and the faint echoes of crackling flames, creating a scene of raw, unrelenting power and destruction.

ElectricL
2 210

2 months ago

Ultra-realistic 8K selfie of Marilyn Monroe (around 30 years old, iconic Hollywood actress of the 1950s) and a 45-year-old middle-aged man (reference image provided). Marilyn Monroe appears youthful and radiant, with platinum blonde curled hairstyle, flawless smooth skin, glamorous red lipstick, eyeliner, and sparkling drop earrings. She wears her famous white halter dress with natural fabric folds, perfectly illuminated by neon lights. Next to her is the 45-year-old man from the reference photo: glasses, short brizzled goatee, green military-style cap, camouflage zip jacket, natural facial expression, realistic age appearance without exaggerated wrinkles. Both are standing together on a vibrant neon-lit city street at night, cinematic atmosphere, blurred yellow taxis in motion, pedestrians in bokeh. Lighting: hyper-realistic, warm and dramatic with neon reflections on skin and glasses. Depth of field: ultra-sharp foreground, softly blurred background. Resolution: 8K ultra-photorealistic, professional lens rendering. you should rejuvenate the man by at least 10 years and he should be identical to the photoo... Marilyn should be 30 years old, she cuts the shot in 3:2 horizontal and widens the back background so that you can see the shops and a little street, they are too compressed in the frame! Ultra-realistic 8K wide-angle photo, 16:9 ratio. A 45-year-old man (reference image provided, youthful appearance for his age, smooth natural skin, no deep wrinkles, healthy look) takes a selfie with Marilyn Monroe (around 30 years old, radiant, flawless skin, platinum blonde curls, red lipstick, wearing her famous white halter dress). Both are centered in the frame but with more space around them, leaving room to see the neon-lit city street in the background: glowing signs, shop windows, blurred pedestrians and taxis in soft focus. Lighting: cinematic neon glow with warm reflections on skin, realistic lens depth of field, ultra-sharp subjects in foreground, softly blurred background. Resolution: 8K UHD, professional full-frame lens rendering, hyper-realistic photography style.

Cmos
2 140

5 months ago

In the foreground Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz is standing on a path through an eerie, desolate landscape under a stormy sky. The image shows Dorothy, a solitary villain, standing on a golden brick path. She is wearing a white shirt with a ruffled collared short sleeves, and wearing form fitting light blue Overalls dress. She has a villainous smirk on her face, her eyebrows are furrowed and her nose is wrinkled. The image shows her resisting the wind that is pushing her. Her two braided pigtails are flowing in the wind. The path is bordered on the left by a steep, reddish-brown hillside covered in sparse, dark vegetation. On the right, there appears to be a fast-flowing river or stream, depicted artistically with blurred white motion against a dark background, suggesting a waterfall or rapids. The sky is overcast and appears dark and stormy, with dramatic, swirling clouds or mist dominating the upper part of the image. The windy rainfall is flying toward Dorothy in the image. Important to the image is that, far in the distance there is a colonial style house being whipped around in the sky. The overall atmosphere is moody and somewhat unsettling, conveying a sense of isolation and perhaps melancholy due to the dark colors, the lone figure, and the turbulent environment. The landscape has a somewhat alien or post-apocalyptic feel, with the reddish ground and dark, skeletal vegetation. The color palette is dominated by dark blues and greens, reddish-browns, and a stark white for the swirling water and clouds, contributing to the dramatic and slightly unsettling mood.

Selfishreasons
1 59

5 months ago

In the foreground Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz is standing on a path through an eerie, desolate landscape under a stormy sky. The image shows Dorothy, a solitary villain, standing on a golden brick path. She is wearing a white shirt with a ruffled collared short sleeves, and wearing form fitting light blue Overalls dress. She has a villainous smirk on her face, her eyebrows are furrowed and her nose is wrinkled. The image shows her resisting the wind that is pushing her. Her two braided pigtails are flowing in the wind. The path is bordered on the left by a steep, reddish-brown hillside covered in sparse, dark vegetation. On the right, there appears to be a fast-flowing river or stream, depicted artistically with blurred white motion against a dark background, suggesting a waterfall or rapids. The sky is overcast and appears dark and stormy, with dramatic, swirling clouds or mist dominating the upper part of the image. The windy rainfall is flying toward Dorothy in the image. Important to the image is that, far in the distance there is a colonial style house being whipped around in the sky. The overall atmosphere is moody and somewhat unsettling, conveying a sense of isolation and perhaps melancholy due to the dark colors, the lone figure, and the turbulent environment. The landscape has a somewhat alien or post-apocalyptic feel, with the reddish ground and dark, skeletal vegetation. The color palette is dominated by dark blues and greens, reddish-browns, and a stark white for the swirling water and clouds, contributing to the dramatic and slightly unsettling mood.

Selfishreasons
1 51

5 months ago

In the foreground, an African America woman as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz is standing on a path through an eerie, desolate landscape under a stormy sky. The image shows Dorothy, a solitary villain, standing on a golden brick path. She is wearing a white shirt with a ruffled collared short sleeves, and wearing form fitting light blue Overalls dress. She has a villainous smirk on her face, her eyebrows are furrowed and her nose is wrinkled. The image shows her resisting the wind that is pushing her. Her two braided pigtails are flowing in the wind. The path is bordered on the left by a steep, reddish-brown hillside covered in sparse, dark vegetation. On the right, there appears to be a fast-flowing river or stream, depicted artistically with blurred white motion against a dark background, suggesting a waterfall or rapids. The sky is overcast and appears dark and stormy, with dramatic, swirling clouds or mist dominating the upper part of the image. The windy rainfall is flying toward Dorothy in the image. Important to the image is that, far in the distance there is a colonial style house being whipped around in the sky. The overall atmosphere is moody and somewhat unsettling, conveying a sense of isolation and perhaps melancholy due to the dark colors, the lone figure, and the turbulent environment. The landscape has a somewhat alien or post-apocalyptic feel, with the reddish ground and dark, skeletal vegetation. The color palette is dominated by dark blues and greens, reddish-browns, and a stark white for the swirling water and clouds, contributing to the dramatic and slightly unsettling mood.

Selfishreasons
1 48

8 months ago

(Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

ElectricL
1 120