Tag: midjourney

Stormy Knights

Once upon a time, several thousand years from now, there were five princesses. These sisters all had ice-blue eyes, and wild hair, black as the night…

… they were all born with never-before known elemental powers…

… they were born into a war that had been raging for Millenia, born into the house of a mighty Queen deeply engaged in that war, they were the born inheritors of that fight, and, as such, were trained as warriors from the day they opened those stunning eyes…

… they were natural warriors, born leaders. Their mastery of electrical energy and the power of the wind earned them the title…

… the Stormy Knights.

Winds of Time

I don’t have any idea where I am, or when, any more…

… I never notice the transitions, but I continue to inhabit long-dead spaces, and cannot remember the last time I saw another being…

… I appear to have been blown far off-course…

… by the winds of time that you disturbed when you left.

Slipstream

I became aware that there were no longer any other people in the realities I was now moving through…

… and these places I now inhabited, they weren’t even places we used to exist in…

… they were just sad, empty spaces…

… I was, somehow, trapped in the slipstream of your leaving, being dragged ever deeper into a reality of loss and decay.

Ghost

As I wandered through those broken, empty places, I realised I couldn’t even remember your face…

… you told me that would happen, that once you’d made it to the next level, all trace of you would vanish from this one…

… but I could still remember the space that you used to fill…

… I realised I’d been roaming these places for years, possibly decades…

… even though I didn’t go with you, and could barely remember you, the fact I remembered you at all stopped me from fitting into this plane…

… I’d become a ghost.

Everything is Louder Underwater

Not really sure why I love doing these underwater babes so much…

… I’ve always adored Pre-Raphaelite art…

… and their adoration of the Ophelia story produced many gorgeous paintings…

… the romanticism of watery death, plus, just the power of watery places, the beauty that accompanies the deadly potential of slow, deep rivers…

… has held me in thrall since childhood, since long before I discovered Ophelia art…

… one of my favourite sci-fi authors from decades ago is J G Ballard…

… he, too, among other themes, was fascinated by water, and even wrote a story about someone just laying at the bottom of their swimming pool, long after they should have drowned, just breathing the calmness of the water…

… that’s what these images are about…

… not drowning, but arriving, whether as a dreamer, or somehow miraculously, in this safe, underwater reality, where you feel, finally, safe.

Edit

So, after looking at this image a bit longer, once I’d posted it, I decided that, no, the Mj anatomical weirdness I’d left in didn’t make it ‘dream-like’… in fact, it made it nightmarish…

… so I spent a few more minutes, 15 at most, and fixed it, kinda embarrassed by my initial laziness.

Painterly Portraits

I’m really loving the more ‘painterly’ results I’m getting…

… by including my own textures with the prompts I add to images I create in Mj (Midjourney)…

… these results are much looser than the ones I was going for, and largely achieving, with my ‘Machine Dolls’, and I’ve actually embraced Mj’s penchant for putting stuff all over faces, rather than trying to fight it…

… which is making everything more ‘organic’ looking, I guess. Anyway, I like the results.