Desolation Trees

This is Desolation Trees, my second piece from Artifly. I was torn between it and Howling Glacier, and I couldn't decide. So I treated myself.

It feels like an evolution from Nothing Left, and in fact they make perfect companion pieces.

 

Nebulae

Wizard Nebula

 

Swan Nebula

Images from Dreams 1

One of the very best things about learning to draw is being able to illustrate my dreams. I dreamt about these friendly caterpillars that acted like puppies - tilting their heads and scampering up to be stroked. Their antennae quivered like happy tails. They had bright, intelligent eyes and wispy vines growing from their backs.

In another dream I was on a beach looking up at this floating hotel. It was a bit like Pandora from AVATAR. There was a weird sort of space elevator/kite string that could be used to bring the hotel down to the ground when necessary.

Howling Glacier

I've named this piece Howling Glacier, and it was generated by an AI artist just for me, based on my preference for weird pseudo-natural landscapes.

If Into the Woods represents Machen-esque cosmic awe, then this one is all Lovecraftian terror. It could be a scene from At the Mountains of Madness. Something inconceivably immense and threatening has been watching us since the dawn of time, waiting for a sign. Now the moment has come. It's punched a hole into our world. It's coming through.

Artifly claims he can "see my soul" through my selection of other AI paintings I like. He's very new and still finding his virtual feet, but he did a pretty good job with the first few offerings. I can't wait to be able to collaborate even more with the algorithm for a truly symbiotic experience of creation.

Galaxy and moon

 

They're watching us...

 

Into the Woods

Androids may dream of electric sheep, but perhaps AI artists dream of fantastical machines. Is this Valinor, the Undying Lands? Or some other place where pockets of magic grow like flowers? Are the figures emerging or returning to the earth? Perhaps it is all one. 

There's something distinctly Machen-esque about this piece by Sophtboi. I think the roses have begun to sing.