Tag: Portrait

Fierce Beauty

I started developing a concept of albino-esque, warrior beauties. It took about a week to start getting this level of results… Mj doesn’t understand ‘albino’, with the same, unfathomable reasoning that it can’t grasp the concept of ‘black lipstick’. Anyway, after many prompt experiments, it started giving me these beauties…

… I’m sure you’ve gathered, by now, I adore this kind of imagery of strong, even fiercely, beautiful woman…

… non-conventional beauty, and all-the-more alluring for the fact…

… my mind spins entire narratives around these wonderful images…

… whole stories of unbroken loyalty and eternal love.

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 (:

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.