#dalle 3
The story of a boy and his mother’s dream to get him out of the house. See the whole story here.
I Am A Mime.
Surrealism 101
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Country Roads And Broken Dreams (short edit) Rated R
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The Samadhi Petroglyphs
The Samadhi Petroglyphs are a series of bioluminescent carvings discovered deep within the obsidian caves of the Haraq’na Divide, first unearthed by a seismic tremor in the early 22nd century.
Etched in impossible geometries and glowing with an internal pulse, these markings were quickly recognized by local indigenous clans—not as relics, but as living language. Elders of the Ke’thari say the glyphs are not meant to be read but felt, as they are echoes of ancient sentience, left behind by sky-ancestors during the Great Quiet.
Shamans interact with them in trance, touching the stone to receive visions or, in rarer cases, disappearances. Though early contact led to enlightenment—visceral dreams, psychic awakenings, emotional healing—it also came with peril: fevered minds, irreversible memory loss, or the so-called wither trance, where the body remains, but the self departs.
The glyphs offer no promises. They only amplify what already lives inside.
This is the level of AI/human integration that I had been looking for early on, finally achieved early 2024 with Midjourney 7. The Mandala art are my own designs. #midjourney, #GPT 4o
The Diving Belles
The Diving Belles ascend in silence, their mutation affords them no solace. Adorned in ritual white, their virginal uniforms are untouched by time, but cinched with antiquated machinery that hisses and ticks with the precision of a quartz crystal in vibration, relics of a past, and equipped to last a millennia.
Beneath the city’s underworld, they were engineered to perform at the whim of the Overseers, no one who knows dare speak of it. The Diving Belles each wear a uterine monitor, not for protection, but for control.
The Overseers demand control. The Overseers also demand purity, and the Belles have learned to smuggle secrets in their silence and retreat.
Over the years, rogue bands of Diving Belles have splintered off into units of hundreds of like mutations. Spoiled, they are no longer of interest to the Overseers, but still captive by their limited adaptability closer to now needed resources above ground.
To us, they are revered, pitied, feared. Truly the stuff of nightmares.
#midjourney, #GPT 4o
CARPET WARS
In the shaggy trenches of grandma’s living room, the battle rages on. Plastic green soldiers, forever locked in mid-salute or sniper pose, square off against their most fearsome adversary yet—a smug housecat with warlord eyes and claws to match.
Flanked by a mutant feline commander in a helmet and haunted by the eerie glow of a CRT television broadcasting feline propaganda, the brave injection-molded warriors wage a hopeless campaign across antique couches and Persian rugs.
This isn’t playtime. This is war—pet vs. platoon, whiskers vs. warfare, in a kitsch-bombed battlefield where every velvet cushion is a stronghold and every coffee table a hill to die on.
#midjourney, #GPT 4o, #udio, #capcut
Creatures Underfoot
Creatures Underfoot dwell in the molten margins of reason — radiant, wriggling things that pulse with color theory and cosmic nonsense. They bloom from spores of sound, coil around vibrations, and whisper to your soles in a language made of shimmer. Beneath every reflective puddle, every rainbow-spit swamp, they gather in parliaments of paradox: some shaped like flowers that walk, others like thoughts that bite. Though microscopic in myth, they loom large in hallucination. Step lightly, dream brightly — the soil thinks back
Midjourney 6/Luma
Triple Boba!
On The Wings Of Angels
Another favorite. Possibly a short story to accompany. Enlarge the images here. I have a video in process for this too.
Bike – original art
