Using the ‘blend’ function in Mj, we combined some of our gorgeous girls with a photo-collage we made 7 years ago, where we had blended, in PhotoshopCS5.1, trees in front of a sunset, clouds, and a seagull…
… we’d already made some Mj images of pretty babes and curtains and mist…
… we are blown away with the results…
…really beautiful…
… we’ve hung these, and four others, in our Littlepaws gallery (:
We are not our father’s daughters…
… we do not live in our father’s house…
… we stand with the mothers our fathers so badly wronged…
… and the sisters who fear us…
… some of us have very powerful allies…
… we will tear our fathers house down.
Because common Fae are such sweet, guileless, inquisitive beings, they often wander into the darker parts of the forest, where they fall prey to the brutal, carnal desires of Demons. The offspring of these forced unions are Demon Fae. Demon Fae always keep the beauty of their mothers, but usually also exhibit physical, Demon characteristics…
… though they also always retain their Fae goodness, they are shunned by their common Fae ‘sisters’, who are terrified of them, and shunned by the Demon world because they hate Demons (for obvious reasons) and kill them whenever they can, although some of them are more tolerant of their evil cousins, and just avoid them…
… some of these Demon Fae are very powerful, combining the power of both races, and often fight alongside their Warrior Fae ‘sisters’, who are not as scared of them as their common Fae sisters, and always welcome the aid of their darker ‘sisters’ in battle.
These three, and five other images from our ‘Sweet Demon Fae’ series can be seen in glorious virtual reality at our Soho gallery (:
We have hung some new work in our Littlepaws gallery…
… it’s a series of Midjourney images we created called ‘My Faerie Queen’…
… you know how much we love the Fae (:
We have a new gallery. We’ve actually had it for over 6 months, now, but the human’s life got in the way of us posting about it…
… it’s at Littlepaws Art & Photography, courtesy of our lovely friend Leni Littlepaws…
… we are currently showing some of our early Midjourney work, which we still really like…
… please come and visit. There are other artists here, too, including Leni, who does really beautiful AI work (:
We, the human and I, just couldn’t stay away from Midjourney…
… and are delighted to be creating beautiful images, once more…
… this series is of autumnal fae…
… sleepy, dreamy fae, snuggling down in their nests of twigs and feathers, already dreaming winters dreams…
… the centuries rush by…
… which is the dream…
… and which is real?
Autumn and Winter are lovers who can never touch…
… Autumn craves Winters embrace…
… she feels the cold power of Winters allure…
… she flirts ever closer to her forbidden, older sister. But, just as their lips touch…
… Autumn fades into Winter…
… Winter is left with the taste of Autumns leafy breath lingering in her mouth, and her long, sleepy journey to Spring just beginning.
When a Daemon loses control of the colossal power she has wielded for so long…
… that energy rips her Daemon shell apart…
… she explodes across the sky of whatever primordial world she was working on, often creating one last world in her dying, pyrotechnic paroxysm…
… but it is only her Daemon shell that is destroyed…
… she is transmogrified, in those cathartic seconds of atomic annihilation… she becomes something else. She finds herself on one of the nascent worlds she built. She is no-longer Daemon, she is made of nearly indestructible star-matter…
… she is now a World Guardian, her aeons of building work are over, she can now rest for a while. Eventually this world will have other, mortal inhabitants, who she will care for. To them, of course, she will be a god.
The Daemon work tirelessly, for thousands of years, realising the intentions of the World Builders…
… whether they were alien, human, or god to begin with becomes irrelevant…
… they become Daemon. They begin to resemble the material they work with, to contain the same awesome power they wield…
… they begin to burn with the force of a star’s core…
… their sheer strength of mind contains this force for thousands more years…
… but, eventually, they forget to contain it, they actually begin to become what they are building…
… they burn, brighter and brighter, losing themselves in their mission…
… until they lose containment.
My tireless (mostly) experimentation with Mj has gifted me a wonderful new cache of images…
… I have discovered a few more, simple prompt words…
… which deliver gorgeous…
… wonderfully strange…
… results…
… I continue to enjoy (mostly) my Mj journey. The huge thing, which is, really, the only thing I really dislike about Mj is its ludicrously puritanical concept of ‘pornography’. For instance, it told me the above image is ‘pornography’, and prevented me from using it as a springboard to develop its gorgeousness. Sometimes this pathetic, small-minded idiocy causes me to give up in disgust… thankfully, I keep coming back (:
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