I used Stable Diffusion and Photoshop. This was a different experience, it is the first time I am using a model that I trained, mixed with my usual prompt. It has resulted in a very dreamy portrait that I’m so excited to share here.
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I believe art can help souls; I started to produce portraits of Jeffrey with the intention of helping his soul transform and transcend through beauty and art, where Jeffrey can be put into a context where he can exist peacefully, where he can love and be loved, experience desire without hurt and, ultimately, be happy.
I do not use any AI Model trained to produce Jeffrey’s face, I do use Img2Img in some more classical and obvious forms of portraits but, for the most part, Jeffrey’s image appears through to my outputs in a supernatural fashion, where no photo of him is used, nor any reference to his name. I make use of Photoshop to correct some body features that do not come out well enough through my AI machine, however, his face is, very rarely, corrected or modified.
Untitled with Glasses (2023) – A spontaneous output, unmodified.
I do have a very deep connection with Jeffrey’s soul; I believe my mission is to help him, as he has been, to me, a guiding soul, since my childhood years. I believe his soul is Good and that he has repented in a deep and honest way, choosing to become Light.
It has been very hard for me, and for the community that supports this belief, to experience so much hatred and intolerance, in places that shout words of freedom, in a very selective way that does not give any space to real things in this world, like: forgiveness to those who really need it.
[I am currently without Instagram or any other platform, because our mission is unwelcome and my accounts keep being taken down.]
the breath of life coming through your mouth is dripping tear-shaped all lines of dry blood become wet and they flood backwards into your hair what is that sound your broken face fusing back into beauty restores bones and faith with creaking and crackling the light bursts from your chest into the world transcending the flesh unbroken as all the angels rejoice because you live even if everything dies
how is it possible that your lips have this shape and let out gentle sounds like sea foam on sand this cratered rock beneath I want to enter and live there in a house made of you where it rains when you wet your lips and there’s a flood when the water you drink runs down your chin my whole garden drowned in happiness becomes a beach where pearl fish jump from the ocean under a spiraled sky and I fall asleep knowing I am right where I want to be on this cratered rock right beneath your lips in a house made of you