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Witness a War Song In Visuals. A Reminder of Love in a World Waiting for Hope 🪔

Weeping Beauty

Pearls of Water

It is only water, and still, the tears are a reassuring way to deal with a tragedy. Tears do not stop the turmoil but foster an illusion of standing up when the body and mind are breaking down. It is the hope of the wretched in the hopeless conduit of life. Perchance, the tears send a message that the words of human language fail to do. They may reach the ivory towers of blessings, good fortunes, and happiness which the common man and woman live and die for. Or they could connect the heart with the mind to find solace of strength in the beaten life of misery.

Open Heart Surgery

Heavy is the Heart

Red Letter

There is a face over a face. Eyes tell the truth. Lips do not speak and still, they tell a story. The humility of cheekbones and the haughtiness of a long neck. Each part of the image conspires with our fascination with raw beauty, pruned beauty, and silent expression to explore the state of mind and heart of the model.

The image was created as part of the graphic short story titled "The Tiny Tides of Glamour". It is a narrative about a young woman preparing herself for a social event. Her face is dolled up, but her heart is not. It is the truth about the public gathering which tells us why her anxiety is not plain stage fright but dread about something sinister.

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Magic Eyes

There is a face over a face. Eyes tell the truth. Lips do not speak and still, they tell a story. The humility of cheekbones and the haughtiness of a long neck. Each part of the image conspires with our fascination with raw beauty, pruned beauty, and silent expression to explore the state of mind and heart of the model.

The image was created as part of the graphic short story titled "The Tiny Tides of Glamour". It is a narrative about a young woman preparing herself for a social event. Her face is dolled up, but her heart is not. It is the truth about the public gathering which tells us why her anxiety is not plain stage fright but dread about something sinister.

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"Black Glimmer Silver Shimmer" AI Artwork.

There is a face over a face. Eyes tell the truth. Lips do not speak and still, they tell a story. Interested to see more, check out the digital gallery:

Goddess of War

It is never a time of peace. They say it is the silence of a cemetery. If there is peace, it is deemed a mediocre past-time of ordinary monotony. Tired, and revolted by the boredom, there is begging for an oceanic storm. A voyage through a storm to raise the hormonal pull of violence, adventure, and orgasmic aggression of rage. Without the extremity of emotion, there is no rush, craze, and zest to live through the rising day and falling night. Hence, She is invoked. The God War. She is woken up. She is resurrected. She never left.

The artwork is inspired by the graphic short story "There Were No Children". In the tale, a young woman is on a high mountain top. From the corner of the nature trail, she hears painful screams of assault and violence. Drowning in her bleeding conscience, she is begged to do something about it. The screaming children or the ignorance of her safe home, she has to take control and decide.

Saint Without Sainthood

A common man who could have been a father, a brother, or a son. In his old age, he remembers the faults of his character and the zeal of his heart to become a better man and provide for his family. Devoted to the worship and care of his kin, he has shown God exists by fighting for good.

As an old man, he is alone, fatigued, and still aching to exert what is left of his will and strength. To do more for those he has loved. Though he has been abandoned, the saintly hymns of his heart do not stop singing. The AI Artwork presents an old man as a saint who lived a life of sacrifice for his family. He acted upon the parables of good over evil to show the world is a godly place. The image is part of the graphic short story titled "The Tell-Tale Morals" which is inspired by Poe's Tell-Tale Heart. The story can be read at:

A Hanging Pearl

There is a face over a face. Eyes tell the truth. Lips do not speak and still, they tell a story. The humility of cheekbones and the haughtiness of a long neck. Each part of the image conspires with our fascination with raw beauty, pruned beauty, and silent expression to explore the state of mind and heart of the model. The image was created as part of the graphic short story titled "The Tiny Tides of Glamour". It is a narrative about a young woman preparing herself for a social event. Her face is dolled up, but her heart is not. It is the truth about the public gathering which tells us why her anxiety is not plain stage fright but dread about something sinister.

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Heart of a Man

There is an avoidance to express emotions. There is a punishment for doing it. A man's life is a vulnerable catastrophe of manliness and its constructed standards of self-control. Unable to experience the confessions of grief, tragedy, happiness, and other juggernaut emotions of the human condition, man becomes an alien in the world of beauty, connections, and self-love.

The AI Artwork is part of the graphic short story titled "The Last Escape" in which he is the perpetrator of domestic assault as much as he is the victim. Told to dissolve in acid his empathetic side, the man discovers violence is the way to show it. It leads to a violation of a marital relationship and is it too late to recover. Does he know he can?

Irrespective of the context, the image can be a presentation of power and its rupture in which the man becomes a gullible victim of rage.

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Old Before Death

Death is inevitable. The dying before it is an oscillation between grit and loss of faith. Beaten by the mortality of life, the old begin to question the purpose of lived life, regret of dreams undone, and grief over loss. It is the death of the spirit, and the 'old before death' image is an attempt to capture its sensitive overtones of disillusion, disappointment, and hoping for a second chance to seize something good about fleeting life. The AI Artwork is part of the graphic short story " A Vacant Heart" about an old woman who buys a piece of land to secure her freedom of space. A last-ditch effort to recover the sense of surprise and curiosity before the skin is turned into bones and dirt.

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Embrace Me To Pass

There is a path I must cross. There is no going back for time cannot allow it. It is always night in the fields and dense forests of my morality, mortality, and meaning of existence. I cannot wait for the sun to rise or set, for in the world of survival, it is always night. I walk, and though my eyes and bones shudder to see a creature before me, I have to go through it.

On one hand, there is the diabolic hold of karma, punishment, original sin, the wrath of God, the anguish of hell, and the perpetual drowning of purgatory. On the other hand, is the grief of immorality, the regret of dishonesty, punitive pangs of conscience, and self-hate for being a bad man. The creature of the forest is the nightmare of an innocent man who can either feed his morality or survival. If he is moral, he is poor. If he is immoral, he is well-fed but spiritually poor and broken.

The AI artwork is part of the graphic short story titled "The Tell-Tale Morals" which is inspired by Poe's Tell-Tale Heart. The story can be read at:

Black Glimmer Silver Shimmer

Black and silver are not colors such as provocative red or intense purple. It is un-ordinary, and due to the human adoration of moonlight, glittering starry tides, and grey shadow of light in a private room of pleasure, the collaboration never seems to go out of fashion. Despite the frequency of its appearance, anyone wearing it is unique.

There is a face over a face. Eyes tell the truth. Lips do not speak and still, they tell a story. The humility of cheekbones and the haughtiness of a long neck. Each part of the image conspires with our fascination with raw beauty, pruned beauty, and silent expression to explore the state of mind and heart of the model. The image was created as part of the graphic short story titled "The Tiny Tides of Glamour". It is a narrative about a young woman preparing herself for a social event. Her face is dolled up, but her heart is not. It is the truth about the public gathering which tells us why her anxiety is not plain stage fright but dread about something sinister.

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Fly, Fly Ever

Flight of joy. Before taking the leap, a young woman is apprehensive of the fear of failure. Once the flight is earned, the Ghibli-styled woman takes the leap. The oceans become her chariot, and she spreads her arms like wings of hope to foster new memories and dreams in her heart. 

The AI Artwork is part of the graphic short story titled "The Memory of the Tub". It tells the tale of a young woman who wishes to forget a traumatic memory of the past. Does she sink or swim, the thing is she tried.

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