AI portrait and figure painting experiments.

(after Eliot Weinberger)

Some myths arrive like ink on water - momentary, reflective, impossible to hold. A meditation on creation & the invisible life of words.

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A poem about projection, intimacy, and the impossibility of truly knowing another. 🖋️ Quiet science, cosmic intimacy, and the mirror of other minds.

A poem about a boy and a dragon within a strawberry. Themes of companionship and place are explored.

What if Snow White’s shadow had a secret?

A dreamlike encounter unfolds in misty pastels—a white rabbit, its elongated ears tuned to the hush of the unseen, carries a small mouse across the terrain of memory.

A quiet piece about release, transformation, and the deep work of holding.

A robotic figure, cloaked and crouched in quiet vigil, evokes a timeless seeker—resilient yet weary. The mechanical form paired with a deeply human posture mirrors the poem’s central theme: enduring longing that persists beyond logic, distance, or even time.

This AI-generated poem is a meditation on longing and the way absence leaves its shape.

"He did not look like a prophet. He looked like a man forgotten by both land and water."

A quiet offering.
A tide that erases.
A moment that stays.

🌊 I Gave Him My Cloak is a poem about compassion without expectation, shaped by the rhythm of the sea and the presence of a stranger.

A figure rendered in delicate line art sits in quiet reflection, while abstract watercolour strokes in vibrant greens and blues swirl around, creating an atmosphere of introspection.

A bold watercolour of a someone's profile with colourful bursts symbolising the flow of creative energy and connection to an unseen, ineffable reality, to illustrate a short poem.

A pale, dark-haired woman in white stands in a swirling underwater dreamscape, surrounded by mythical creatures—serpentine dragons, horse-like beings, and a skeletal beast, evoking danger, mystery, and otherworldly beauty.

A figure kneels, their spine entwined with a tree, its branches stretching into the unknown. An illustration to the flash fiction “The Howl and the Hollow”.