A Selection

Here is a random selection of our recent frenzied Mj output… which we have toned back, as we can feel the twinges of returning RSI, and we totally don’t want that to flare up, again…

… as with our last Mj binge, we have created far more gorgeous images than we know what to do with…

… each image is the tip of a cascading iceberg of possibilities, which we have a lot of trouble not following, so we wind up going down avenues we never intended to follow…

… often a wonderful image will simply not yield a similar result, and some of these images are pretty much one-off flukes we couldn’t pursue further…

… but we love all these images…

… all the wonderful colours and textures.

Swamp Things

Our recent foray into Pre-Raphaelite-flavoured confection has entirely flavoured our ongoing play…

… we call this style ‘Neo-Raphaelitism’…

… it’s another dimension…

… no-one knows how they got here…

… or what they are even waiting for…

… but it feels right.

Pre-Raph Water Babies

So… we put a lot of work into these gorgeous creatures…

… we wanted fabulous Pre-Raphaelite dreamy romanticism, water, beautiful Victorian gowns…

… and, of course, ethereally gorgeous Pre-Raph babies…

… if you’ve followed our Mj creativity rules, you’ll know we try very hard not to use cliched prompts, because the results are always cliched imagery…

… so we spent hours approaching these sleeping beauties by stealth, creating watery worlds (we love doing water in Mj) with reeds and lilies, without mentioning ‘Pre-Raphaelite’ in our prompts…

… until the last few hours, when we put ‘ophelia’ and ‘pre-Raphaelite’ into the prompts of the almost perfect images we had created, and these are the results…

… a wonderful collection of of Victorian maidens, contentedly sleeping in lily-filled swamps. We also have, as a spin-off from this exercise, a huge amount of less conventional ‘Ophelia-like’ imagery to develop.

Another Realm

While Woodland Fae are hibernating, they are actually existing in another realm…

… this is the realm where they are one with everything that is the substance of their environment…

… they are part of the forest light, part of the woodland pool…

… they are home.