Burn Her

I have often fantasised about what would have happened if the cowardly, misogynistic thugs, and their unattractive, bitter, finger-pointing enablers, who burned bright, independent young woman as ‘witches’, had accidentally burned someone who was, perhaps even unknowing, actually some kind of powerful creature…

… and instead of screaming and begging, the flames caused her to sigh in delight…

… as they transmogrified her mortal shell into her actual, elemental body, her real powers suddenly blossoming…

… would she look at the her feeble-minded accusers with wrathful, power-filled eyes, before giving them a taste of their own punishment?…

… or would she look down of their fear-drenched, grovelling forms with the distain they deserved…

… and, with a flick of her mind, turn the flames into gorgeous raiment?

Plasmic Evolution

I recently pursued evolving this gorgeous, gossamer/fluid-like substance…

… which I quickly began calling ‘plasma’, for want of a better name…

… and while, technically, it isn’t, artistically, and close-enough-for-me…

… it totally is! Gorgeous space-substance…

… drifting through the vastness of interstellar space…

… slowly evolving…

… into space flowers (:

Pure Gorgeousness

I kind of hit the wall, with my satisfaction with my Mj output, about a month ago…

… admittedly, I also drastically reduced the intensity of my addiction…

… to the the point where it is now September, and I have yet to run out of ‘fast’ render time from August…

… for the first time, ever… usually I have blasted through my fast time, half way through the month…

… so, whether I hit a wall, or I just haven’t been putting in the grind, I have felt the standard of my recent output has been pretty mediocre…

… right up until a few days ago…

… when I just got on a roll (still at a newly casual pace) and started producing these absolute beauties…

… I am in love with them all…

… pure gorgeousness (:

Fae Love

Here’s some stunningly gorgeous Fae princesses, because…

… hell, why not!?…

… I have yet to tire of using Mj to create such fabulous eye-candy…

… and, of course, these sweet creatures are, if you follow and are familiar with me/my work, central themes in my various fantasy musings…

… reality needs more exposure to such other-worldly, pure, guileless beings…

… like the ones I populate my fantasy realms with. Of course, if you know me, you’ll also know these cuties, though innocent, can turn you to a pile of embers if you piss them off (:

Autumn Loves Winter

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.

Daemon Fall

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.

Daemon Demise

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.

New Hanging

We hung my latest work in our Artemis gallery, the other day. I put one downstairs, and five upstairs. The downstairs one now means my newest Mj work is now sharing space with my oldest Mj work. Though my Mj work has definitely matured since I first begun playing with it, nearly a year ago, now, I still really like those first works, and feel they nicely compliment my latest work…

… I absolutely love these latest images…

… not only are they exactly what I wanted Mj to depict…

… but I also seem to have perfected getting Mj to give me consistent, relevant backgrounds…

… as I said in a recent post, I achieve what I want to get from Mj by actually not doing what everyone else seems to do! I’ve found I get my best results from constant reiteration of promising images with very limited prompts…

… and by liberal use of ‘re-rolling’, and the ‘Vary-Strong’ tool…

… it has all payed off with these gorgeous, rich images…

… that convey exactly the amount of drama…

… and majesty that I wanted them to…

… splendidly evoking the stories in my head (:

World Builders: Daemon

While the god-like World Builders are the ones who spin the general outline of stars, planets, and solar systems…

… there are another class of being who do the close-in, much more hands-on world building…

… these beings are called Daemon, and their function is to fill in the outlines created by the World Builders…

… the Daemon work right in the heart of the systems they create…

… working with the rawest, raging energies needed to build suns and planetary cores…

… over millennia, the Daemon take on the characteristics of the primal forces they wield…

… they begin to burn like the suns they build…

… they need all their concentration to prevent themselves becoming their own creations.

Stranger Stuff

I am travelling joyously down the Mj rabbit hole of weirdness! I continue to invent prompts that create gorgeous results. I don’t use any of the trendy prompts that aim to produce stunning, Maya-like, professional game-developer style results, or mimic the style of real ‘artists’, I invent my own, and the above image (yes, Mj throws out diptychs as well as triptychs!) are exactly what I’m going for…

… I’m pretty confident I can get away with claiming these images sit firmly in the ‘Lowbrow’ art style camp…

… and ones like the above are even approaching being genuinely ‘surreal’…

… but it’s the above kind of stylistic whimsy I love most, almost a genre of it’s own…

… just absolutely gorgeous strangeness…

… my humans art training is design, and neither of us has ever claimed to be capital ‘a’ artists, just ‘artists’, there is zero deeper meaning to any of this work, zero pretention of it having any…

… for us it’s all about the beauty of the image, the image as a work of design, with beautiful colours and harmonious balance…

… any ‘meaning’ is up to you, the viewer, to discern…

… but these images totally have ‘meaning’ to us, just not thesis-level, elite-speak rationalisation-type meaning… their meaning is in the marvellous stories they evoke, the strange worlds and fantastic creatures and gorgeous, gorgeous woman (: