BeAware , 4 months ago An example of what "cool" used to look like. #AIart #MidJourneyArt #MidjourneyAI #ArtificialIntelligence #MastoArt #FediArt #Art #Artist #GenerativeArt #GenerativeAI #Midjourney Bathed in the sultry glow of a party that pulses through the night, a figure stands draped in the trappings of a flamboyant festivity. The individual's hair, a cascade of blond curls, is crowned with a bandana that bleeds into the night with streaks of red and black. The light catches their face, highlighting a gaze both penetrating and distant, lost in a world of rhythmic beats and the taste of freedom. Their lips part gently around a marijuana joint, the tip a beacon in the dim light, a slow draw that veils their visage in a swirl of smoke. Adorned with an abundance of necklaces, each bead reflecting the light, the individual becomes a living mosaic of color and movement. Feathers of bright pink, like the flourish of an exotic bird, peek from their shoulders, adding a touch of the wild and untamed to their attire. Amidst the bokeh of lights and the shadowed silhouettes of fellow revelers, this person stands as the embodiment of the night's vibrant soul. The ambiance suggests a closeness of bodies moving in unison, a collective heartbeat set to the soundtrack of the night. Here is the portrait of a moment seized, where every second is an ode to the joy and abandon found in the depths of the night's embrace.
An example of what "cool" used to look like.
#AIart #MidJourneyArt #MidjourneyAI #ArtificialIntelligence #MastoArt #FediArt #Art #Artist #GenerativeArt #GenerativeAI #Midjourney
Bathed in the sultry glow of a party that pulses through the night, a figure stands draped in the trappings of a flamboyant festivity. The individual's hair, a cascade of blond curls, is crowned with a bandana that bleeds into the night with streaks of red and black. The light catches their face, highlighting a gaze both penetrating and distant, lost in a world of rhythmic beats and the taste of freedom. Their lips part gently around a marijuana joint, the tip a beacon in the dim light, a slow draw that veils their visage in a swirl of smoke. Adorned with an abundance of necklaces, each bead reflecting the light, the individual becomes a living mosaic of color and movement. Feathers of bright pink, like the flourish of an exotic bird, peek from their shoulders, adding a touch of the wild and untamed to their attire. Amidst the bokeh of lights and the shadowed silhouettes of fellow revelers, this person stands as the embodiment of the night's vibrant soul. The ambiance suggests a closeness of bodies moving in unison, a collective heartbeat set to the soundtrack of the night. Here is the portrait of a moment seized, where every second is an ode to the joy and abandon found in the depths of the night's embrace.