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7 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
8 310

7 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
4 140

6 months ago

The image features a person in a body of . They are wearing wearing a black bodycon dress. The dress is form-fitting and has a halter neckline with a deep V-neckline. The bodycon design is made up of multiple layers of mesh panels that create a fishnet-like pattern. The panels are cut out in a criss-cross pattern, creating a unique and eye-catching look. The woman is posing with one hand on her hip and the other resting on her thigh. She has long dark hair styled in loose waves and is wearing large hoop earrings. The background . . that accentuates their , complemented by a delicate . The surface reflects light, creating a serene atmosphere around them. Hair pink, Focus face Details, high Quality 16k Ultra HD , 20 Year old younger , looking hot, The image features a person with long, wavy hair that has a rich burgundy color. Poses Prompt: A woman sitting on the floor with legs bent, one leg tucked closer to the body, the other extended slightly. She is looking to the side, away from the camera. Her arms are relaxed, one hand resting lightly on the floor. Full body shot, capturing her posture and silhouette. Elegant and graceful pose, highlighting her form. Eyes Color:Light blue. Hair Color: Deep magenta or dark pink.Long, hair styled in loose waves. Eyes Color prompt : Light blue. Background Prompt: Solid, light-colored background, possibly a studio backdrop. A strong, directional light source creating a sharp, elongated shadow across the background. The shadow is the most prominent feature of the background, adding a sense of depth and dimension. Minimalist background, focusing attention on the subject. The background should be clean and uncluttered.

5ad9cb8f6e2
2 140

8 months ago

A **highly detailed, action-packed scene** featuring the **Fantastic Four** in their **classic blue suits** with the iconic **white “4” emblem**, staying true to **Jack Kirby’s original comic book style**. The team is dynamically posed in a moment of **high-stakes action** against a **colossal cosmic threat**. - **Mr. Fantastic (Reed Richards)** is at the forefront, his **body stretching and twisting in impossible ways**, extending across the battlefield with an **elongated arm grabbing a collapsing piece of debris**. His **face shows intense focus**, and his **gray temples stand out against his dark hair** as he strategizes under immense pressure. - **The Thing (Ben Grimm)** is mid-action, his **massive orange, rock-like form braced against a powerful shockwave**, throwing a **devastating punch** at an enemy with his signature battle cry: **"IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!"** His **rocky hide is intricately detailed**, with **realistic cracks and depth**, giving him a **monolithic, powerful presence**. - **Human Torch (Johnny Storm)** is soaring through the sky, his **entire body engulfed in flames**, leaving behind a **bright, fiery trail**. His **eyes glow intensely with fire**, and he hurls a **controlled stream of fire** at an **approaching enemy spaceship**, his famous catchphrase **"Flame On!"** integrated into the energy burst. - **Invisible Woman (Sue Storm)** stands confidently, her **hands raised as she generates a massive, shimmering force field** to shield her teammates. The **transparent energy distorts light realistically**, with **subtle glowing edges**, while another force field encases **a group of civilians she is protecting** from falling debris. The backdrop is a **dramatic cosmic battleground**, possibly **New York City under siege**, or **outer space**, with a **menacing Galactus, Doctor Doom, or Annihilus looming in the background**. The colors are **bold and vibrant**, using **classic Marvel comic book shading and inking techniques** to capture the **nostalgic, dynamic energy of a 1960s-70s Fantastic Four comic book cover**. The **camera angle is dynamic and slightly tilted**, emphasizing **perspective, scale, and movement** as **debris flies, energy beams streak across the air, and the Fantastic Four’s abilities explode into action**. The **lighting is high-contrast and dramatic**, blending **classic comic panel aesthetics with a modern, cinematic feel**, incorporating **motion blur and deep shadows** for enhanced realism while **retaining the comic book charm**. A **masterpiece of superhero action**, blending **hyper-detailed comic book stylization, cinematic intensity, and larger-than-life cosmic storytelling**. **Ultra-detailed 8K resolution, trending on ArtStation, with Unreal Engine 5-level fidelity. Vertical aspect ratio.**

Pulsar212121
2 96

9 months ago

The tempest raged, and the sea churned like an angry beast. Amidst the chaos, a commanding figure stood resolute at the helm of the Sable Serpent, her silhouette etched against the storm-lit sky. Description: A cinematic wide shot reveals the heart of the maelstrom—a pirate ship unlike any other. The vessel, adorned with intricate lanterns, sails under a moonless night, its timeworn wood bearing the scars of countless battles. The oversized pirate flag flaps defiantly, its skull and crossbones a warning to all who dare cross paths with this crew. The Captain: Name: Captain Isolde “Stormbringer” Duval Her Heritage: Native Caribbean Demeanor: Fierce and unyielding Attire: A tattered tricorn hat perched atop her braided obsidian hair, adorned with feathers and beads. Her leather coat, weathered by salt and wind, clings to her form. Intricately inked tattoos snake up her arms, each marking a tale of conquest or survival. Weapon: A wicked cutlass—its blade gleaming with moonlight—rests in her grip. She wields it like an extension of her will. The Scene: Setting: The ship’s helm, where the wheel groans against the fury of the elements. Lighting: A dramatic play of shadows—the lanterns casting elongated forms on the rain-slicked deck. Expression: Captain Isolde’s eyes blaze with determination. She points her sword toward the abyss, her anger directed at the monstrous silhouette rising from the depths. The Crew: Composition: A diverse crew of fierce women, their faces illuminated by cannon fire. Some reload the cannons, while others brace against the ship’s railing. Unity: These women—pirates, smugglers, and rebels—fight as one. Their loyalty to Captain Isolde is unwavering. Battle Cry: Their voices rise above the storm, harmonizing with the crashing waves. They are warriors, sisters, and survivors. The Foe: Name: The Kraken of the Abyss Description: A colossal sea monster, its tentacles writhe like serpents. Scales shimmer with an otherworldly iridescence, and its eyes—gleaming orbs of ancient malice—lock onto the ship. Target: The Sable Serpent—a prize worthy of its wrath.

Omega
1 55

9 months ago

The tempest raged, and the sea churned like an angry beast. Amidst the chaos, a commanding figure stood resolute at the helm of the Sable Serpent, her silhouette etched against the storm-lit sky. Description: A cinematic wide shot reveals the heart of the maelstrom—a pirate ship unlike any other. The vessel, adorned with intricate lanterns, sails under a moonless night, its timeworn wood bearing the scars of countless battles. The oversized pirate flag flaps defiantly, its skull and crossbones a warning to all who dare cross paths with this crew. The Captain: Name: Captain Isolde “Stormbringer” Duval Her Heritage: Native Caribbean Demeanor: Fierce and unyielding Attire: A tattered tricorn hat perched atop her braided obsidian hair, adorned with feathers and beads. Her leather coat, weathered by salt and wind, clings to her form. Intricately inked tattoos snake up her arms, each marking a tale of conquest or survival. Weapon: A wicked cutlass—its blade gleaming with moonlight—rests in her grip. She wields it like an extension of her will. The Scene: Setting: The ship’s helm, where the wheel groans against the fury of the elements. Lighting: A dramatic play of shadows—the lanterns casting elongated forms on the rain-slicked deck. Expression: Captain Isolde’s eyes blaze with determination. She points her sword toward the abyss, her anger directed at the monstrous silhouette rising from the depths. The Crew: Composition: A diverse crew of fierce women, their faces illuminated by cannon fire. Some reload the cannons, while others brace against the ship’s railing. Unity: These women—pirates, smugglers, and rebels—fight as one. Their loyalty to Captain Isolde is unwavering. Battle Cry: Their voices rise above the storm, harmonizing with the crashing waves. They are warriors, sisters, and survivors. The Foe: Name: The Kraken of the Abyss Description: A colossal sea monster, its tentacles writhe like serpents. Scales shimmer with an otherworldly iridescence, and its eyes—gleaming orbs of ancient malice—lock onto the ship. Target: The Sable Serpent—a prize worthy of its wrath.

Omega
1 51

9 months ago

The tempest raged, and the sea churned like an angry beast. Amidst the chaos, a commanding figure stood resolute at the helm of the Sable Serpent, her silhouette etched against the storm-lit sky. Description: A cinematic wide shot reveals the heart of the maelstrom—a pirate ship unlike any other. The vessel, adorned with intricate lanterns, sails under a moonless night, its timeworn wood bearing the scars of countless battles. The oversized pirate flag flaps defiantly, its skull and crossbones a warning to all who dare cross paths with this crew. The Captain: Name: Captain Isolde “Stormbringer” Duval Her Heritage: Native Caribbean Demeanor: Fierce and unyielding Attire: A tattered tricorn hat perched atop her braided obsidian hair, adorned with feathers and beads. Her leather coat, weathered by salt and wind, clings to her form. Intricately inked tattoos snake up her arms, each marking a tale of conquest or survival. Weapon: A wicked cutlass—its blade gleaming with moonlight—rests in her grip. She wields it like an extension of her will. The Scene: Setting: The ship’s helm, where the wheel groans against the fury of the elements. Lighting: A dramatic play of shadows—the lanterns casting elongated forms on the rain-slicked deck. Expression: Captain Isolde’s eyes blaze with determination. She points her sword toward the abyss, her anger directed at the monstrous silhouette rising from the depths. The Crew: Composition: A diverse crew of fierce women, their faces illuminated by cannon fire. Some reload the cannons, while others brace against the ship’s railing. Unity: These women—pirates, smugglers, and rebels—fight as one. Their loyalty to Captain Isolde is unwavering. Battle Cry: Their voices rise above the storm, harmonizing with the crashing waves. They are warriors, sisters, and survivors. The Foe: Name: The Kraken of the Abyss Description: A colossal sea monster, its tentacles writhe like serpents. Scales shimmer with an otherworldly iridescence, and its eyes—gleaming orbs of ancient malice—lock onto the ship. Target: The Sable Serpent—a prize worthy of its wrath.

Omega
1 77

2 months ago

masterpiece,best quality,extremely detailed,intricate details,concept art,elegant,dynamic angle,surreal,vibrant,detailed face,trending on artstation,detailed background,<lora:Flux - STYLE - Ghost Style (FluxGhost-000001):0.7> drawing,Raw drawing,raw illustration,red cheeks,pink cheeks,pop art,pattern art,pattern,pencil drawing,sketch,<lora:Flux - STYLE - Retro Dark Fantasy (retro-dark-fantasy-illustration_v10-flux-000037):0.7> dndllstr,In a captivating,futuristic setting inspired by the styles of Dau-al-Set,Pollock,MAPPA,and Zdzislaw Beksinski,we find ourselves in a courtyard adorned with Chinese traditional cloth patterns and covered in iridescent light that shimmers through snowflakes as they gently fall on a white landscape,The subject of the image is a beautiful Chinese girl dressed elegantly in a blue dress featuring intricate floral designs and a flower crown atop her long,sleek scarlet hair,She leans forward with one hand resting casually on a surface,her other holding gold glasses that accentuate her bright,detailed eyes and dense freckles,A transparent clothing storage box showcases and protects the garments within,set against an abstract background of fractal art composed of colorful flowers that flow seamlessly into a dynamic zentangle design in the distance,As she gazes introspectively with her drooping eyelids half-closed,a mysterious enigmatic smile lingers on her lips,The mood is both ethereal and grounded,as she stands amidst a swirling smoke that adds depth to the scene,The camera angle offers an 8K,Octane Render perspective of this stunning girl from head to toe,with every detail accounted for in top quality,besting even official art standards,Her shiny skin glistens under the bright lights while her matte lips and long legs elongate her form,The lighting is a dramatic blend of flickering ghostly lanterns that drift just out of reach,luring travelers deeper into the mire,yet providing an enchanting glow that illuminates this surreal scene,The composition emphasizes the beauty and aesthetic appeal while maintaining a cohesive sense of scale and proportions,drawing the viewer's attention to the subject through intricate details such as her earrings and the patterns on her clothing,The final image is a masterpiece that encapsulates both traditional Chinese culture and modern,trending styles in art station,showcasing Carne Griffiths',Wadim Kashin's,and Greg Manchess' skillful craftsmanship in vivid detail

1160943d356 PRO
1 43

7 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 93