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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

7 months ago

((gritty, hyperrealistic painting:1.5)), ((Hulk and Superman locked in a brutal power struggle:1.5)), both hands clasped, fingers interlocked in a violent test of strength, muscles straining, tendons stretched to the limit. Superman, bruised, grounded, is down on one knee, his body twisting with resistance, arms trembling as he holds back the massive force bearing down on him. His blue suit is torn, his face bloodied, hair matted with sweat and soot, but his gaze is clear and defiant—no glowing eyes, only human resolve. The Hulk towers over him, full height—3 meters tall, 500 kilograms of brute muscle, drenched in sweat, skin streaked with grime and ash. His monstrous body looms with dominance, feet planted wide, both arms pressing down, veins bulging, face twisted in a roar of exertion. His skin cracks around his fists from the sheer pressure, saliva flying from his mouth as he snarls through clenched teeth. The ground beneath Superman’s knee is shattered, pressed inward by the weight. Shockwaves ripple through the dust, small stones hover in midair. The scene is dense with smoke, ash, and heat distortion, the ambient firelight casting flickering shadows over their bodies. Style: painted like an epic oil tableau—Caravaggio-like lighting, Repin’s anatomical drama, Beksiński’s apocalyptic ambiance. Every detail captured: grit on skin, blood at the lip, wrinkles in fabric, cracked stone, drifting embers, clenched fingers locked in struggle. Lighting: heavy chiaroscuro—low directional light from fires around them, long shadows falling across Superman’s face, rim lighting highlighting Hulk’s upper body, emphasizing the scale difference without diminishing the tension. Camera angle: low and close, from Superman’s left side, showing his knee pressed into shattered ground, arms lifted to hold off Hulk’s crushing weight. Hulk fills the vertical space, Superman dominates the emotional weight—a visual of pressure and refusal to yield. Art direction for Flux: – Hulk is 3m tall, 500kg, physically overwhelming, rendered with full weight and scale – Superman is human-scale, on one knee, but braced and locked in—the underdog with unbreakable resolve – Style: dark painterly realism, anatomical accuracy, no stylization, no superpowers shown – Textures: bruised flesh, torn cloth, cracked stone, sweat, grit, tension in the hands and faces – Environment: scorched battlefield, ambient smoke, sparks, fractured terrain, faint firelight – Theme: mythic struggle, physical scale vs inner will—no victor yet, only raw contest

ElectricL
5 180

8 months ago

Two ethereal figures entwined in a celestial embrace float above a mirrored cosmic lake, their bodies woven from stardust and iridescent light. Their faces are radiant yet undefined, reflecting the universal duality of love—fated connection and free will, passion and soul recognition. Above them, a monolithic, holographic heart hovers, fracturing and reforming in infinite loops, pulsating with the energy of the cosmos. From its core, golden threads extend outward, binding the lovers together, symbolizing the invisible forces of destiny and divine love. Behind them, a massive, neon-winged angel with a translucent, ever-shifting face looms in the sky, eyes glowing with celestial fire, representing divine guidance and protection. The background melts into surreal, liquid dreamscapes of golden clouds, spiraling DNA strands of light, and endless neon floral gardens blooming into infinity. On either side, two cosmic trees stand—one ablaze with molten gold and opal blossoms, the other coated in silver ice and shifting astral symbols, embodying the eternal balance between creation and destruction, love and transformation. A staircase made of fractured starlight ascends from the lake, disappearing into a vortex of swirling dimensions, a reminder that love is both a path and a choice. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, divine energy, radiant, 4K cinematic surrealism, neon cosmic textures, dreamlike atmosphere, iridescent lighting, ethereal glow, celestial beauty. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, oversaturated, exaggerated facial expressions, poorly drawn hands, cartoonish, low-poly, unrealistic physics, artificial reflections, noisy, stretched elements, watermark, text artifacts.

afdf066233c
4 190

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

9 months ago

A hyperrealistic close-up, half-figure portrait of Gandalf the Grey, his intense gaze focused downward as he holds his hand under the One Ring, which levitates just above his open palm. Gandalf’s expression is a mix of awe, contemplation, and caution, his piercing eyes capturing the weight of the ring’s power and his own reluctance to handle it. Fine wrinkles and age lines on his face are intricately detailed, capturing the wisdom and burden of his years. His grey cloak and robes are richly textured, each fold and shadow rendered with lifelike precision, while his long, white beard flows naturally down his chest. The One Ring hovers above his hand, glowing with an eerie, molten golden light that illuminates the Elvish script carved into its surface. The iconic letters glow a fiery orange-red, their curves and lines vividly etched, as if burning from within. The light from the ring casts a warm, golden glow on Gandalf’s hand and face, creating complex shadows and highlights that contrast against the cooler tones of his clothing and the dim background. A faint, magical aura surrounds the ring, with subtle particles of light drifting upward, hinting at its otherworldly power. The background is dark and blurred, ensuring the viewer’s attention remains on Gandalf and the ring, with only hints of mist or faint light in the distance to add depth. The lighting is dramatic and focused, with the ring as the central source, casting a delicate radiance on Gandalf’s fingers and the furrowed lines on his brow. This composition captures the intensity and danger of the One Ring, suspended in a moment of powerful, quiet tension

c7e48d371df
3 110

6 months ago

In a barren, volcanic landscape, a fierce woman stands amidst jagged black rocks, her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying, as if channeling the very force of the earth. Her pose is dynamic and full of intensity, her torso twisted, arms spread outward in a stance that suggests power and defiance. Her eyes are fixed directly ahead, with an unyielding gaze, and an expression that blends wrath and resilience. She’s dressed in scorched, tattered clothing, barely clinging to her figure in burnt strips that ripple with heat and expose much of her form, including one bare breast. barefoot. The charred remnants of fabric smolder along the edges, with faint embers glowing in the seams, as if she’s emerged from a firestorm. Ash and soot streak her skin, mingling with the dark patches of burns, giving her an appearance of gritty resilience. From her eyes and mouth, molten lava pours out in a slow, thick flow—a relentless torrent of glowing, molten rock spilling from her eyes like fiery tears and streaming down her chin from her open mouth. The lava is thick and vivid, with deep, pulsing reds and oranges, illuminating her face with a harsh, otherworldly light. The heat rising from her body distorts the air, casting smoky trails and faint wisps around her as if she’s engulfed in her own fiery aura. Around her, the rocky ground is covered with low-lying mist and smoke, hovering just above the surface, while subtle veins of lava pulse beneath the ground, casting a faint red glow through the mist like the earth's own blood. The volcanic terrain is punctuated by deep craters and rocky outcroppings, with hints of molten light seeping from below, giving the land a dangerous, primordial energy. Above her head, a brilliantly glowing atomic symbol floats, radiating a haunting atomic-green light. This symbol is surrounded by equations, scientific formulas, and symbols of physics that orbit like a crown of knowledge, each one glowing faintly and pulsing in sync with her energy. The symbols are both beautiful and ominous, casting an ethereal glow around her face and adding to her mystical, almost godlike aura. Embers and glowing particles swirl through the air around her, drifting in the rising heat like fiery snowflakes, glowing faintly and leaving trails of light as they move. These sparks catch the light from the veins of lava below, creating a dynamic, layered effect that makes the scene feel alive and chaotic. The landscape and the embers are rendered in hyperrealistic detail, capturing every texture from the scorched ground to the molten flow pouring from her eyes and mouth. Rendering Style: Hyperrealistic and cinematic, with a strong emphasis on dynamic lighting and fine detail. The scene combines gritty textures and vibrant glows, achieving a powerful balance between earthly elements and mystical symbolism. A masterpiece worthy of ArtStation, capturing the raw, untamed energy and ethereal might of this formidable figure.

The_Promptonaut
3 95

7 months ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

ElectricL
2 130

6 months ago

A vast golden Abydos Eygpt City in the back of rich thick lush beautiful jungle thives with rivers flowing smoothly and incredilby well designed with incredibly advance hyper realism, anciet agricultural farm lands Abydos Egypt on th right side of the river. A futuristic epic adventure, with wild life, tartaria building in the background with 1 ancient mythological flying spaceship hovering in the background that run on murcury rotational engine. Futuristic epic tribute tartaria, incredibly anciently advanced spaceship arrives to be inspected at the transolar line's arrival depo, as the ancient ones await patiently to board, Sci Fi, large orchre orange sleek designs and lines illuminate on the side of the spaceship. Creative digital art styles, hyper realism and brilliant lighting, wide angle, balanced composition and smooth, hard surface, neon light reflections, triadic colors, symmetry, hyper detailed, octane render, wide angle epic scifi futuristic. In the background a thick, beautiful lush jungle during sunrise, incredibly advanced spaceship arrives to be inspected at the transolar line's arrival depo case, located close to tartaria building, at the front of the spaceship it has an amazingly designed front window for the pilot which is super strong, the space has well design advanced wings with complex futuristic engine on the back of spaceship, the window is very strong. Sci Fi, large ochre orange designed markings on the side of spaceship of the hull, on top and on it wings. Creative digital art styles, symmetrical artwork. cinematic, hyper realism, combined with an effect of light bioluminiscent, wide angle, balanced composition and smooth, hard surface, neon light reflections, triadic colors, symmetry, hyper detailed, octane render, wide angle epic scifi futuristic, huge hyperspace spaceship in background, epic amazing real scifi environment, in style of digital art. Large space ships, intricate artwork masterpiece, golden ratio, intricate, epic, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic, ultra high quality model, Mysterious and you can clear see some people watching the spaceship arrive, with advanced cybernetic robot enhancements, capturing intricate mechanical details, the image showcases a seamless blend of human features and robotic components, emphasizing the complexity and sophistication of futuristic technology, cybernetics include a polished metallic finish with elements resembling futuristic muscles. Professional Mode. The **spaceship** features: - A **sleek, ultra-strong front pilot window** with a **geometric armored design** - **Large, intricately designed wings** with **ochre-orange markings** along the hull - **Complex futuristic engines** glowing with **neon reflections** - **spaceship arrives to be inspected at the transolar line's arrival depo, as the ancient ones await patiently to board - **Symmetrical, hyper-detailed** hard-surface design with **triadic color accents** **Art Style & Technical Details:** - **Cinematic hyper-realism** with **Unreal Engine 5 RTX shaders** - **Octane render, ultra-HD textures**, and **golden ratio composition** - **Wide-angle shot**, balanced symmetry, **dynamic lighting** (sunrise + bioluminescence) - **Metallic silver, ochre-orange, and vibrant neon** color scheme - **Professional digital artwork**, resembling a **sci-fi movie poster** - **Mysterious, immersive atmosphere** with **highly detailed mechanical elements** Scheme is subdued with metallic shades of silver, orange ochre, and vibrant -like fibers, reflecting a realistic and somewhat somber tone appropriate for the futuristic theme, the rendering is hyper-realistic, focus on texture and lighting that highlights the reflective properties of the materials and the subtle human skin tones, RTX shader, unreal engine 5, detailing, golden ochre ratio, movie poster, golden ratio, intricate, epic, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic, ultra high quality model, Mysterious Sci-Fi Futurism with Robot AI --ar 9:16 --style raw --v 6. 1

JDHampton PRO
2 160

9 months ago

A hyperrealistic close-up, half-figure portrait of Gandalf the Grey, his intense gaze focused downward as he holds his hand under the One Ring, which levitates just above his open palm. Gandalf’s expression is a mix of awe, contemplation, and caution, his piercing eyes capturing the weight of the ring’s power and his own reluctance to handle it. Fine wrinkles and age lines on his face are intricately detailed, capturing the wisdom and burden of his years. His grey cloak and robes are richly textured, each fold and shadow rendered with lifelike precision, while his long, white beard flows naturally down his chest. The One Ring hovers above his hand, glowing with an eerie, molten golden light that illuminates the Elvish script carved into its surface. The iconic letters glow a fiery orange-red, their curves and lines vividly etched, as if burning from within. The light from the ring casts a warm, golden glow on Gandalf’s hand and face, creating complex shadows and highlights that contrast against the cooler tones of his clothing and the dim background. A faint, magical aura surrounds the ring, with subtle particles of light drifting upward, hinting at its otherworldly power. The background is dark and blurred, ensuring the viewer’s attention remains on Gandalf and the ring, with only hints of mist or faint light in the distance to add depth. The lighting is dramatic and focused, with the ring as the central source, casting a delicate radiance on Gandalf’s fingers and the furrowed lines on his brow. This composition captures the intensity and danger of the One Ring, suspended in a moment of powerful, quiet tension

c7e48d371df
2 86