Gary Blackman
@garyjblackman.bsky.social
Art, software, news, and information junkie. Atheist. Liberal lifetime Democrat. Dog lover. No Dm's. Check out my websites for my artworks!
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Whispers in the Winter Quiet
#aiart #midjourney
Winter quiet settles over old barns and frosted trees, where warm light glows softly against the snow. A peaceful, rural calm — silent, timeless, and still.
#aiart #midjourney
Winter quiet settles over old barns and frosted trees, where warm light glows softly against the snow. A peaceful, rural calm — silent, timeless, and still.
November 27, 2025 at 10:31 PM
Whispers in the Winter Quiet
#aiart #midjourney
Winter quiet settles over old barns and frosted trees, where warm light glows softly against the snow. A peaceful, rural calm — silent, timeless, and still.
#aiart #midjourney
Winter quiet settles over old barns and frosted trees, where warm light glows softly against the snow. A peaceful, rural calm — silent, timeless, and still.
The Stillness of a Synthetic Soul
A contemplative figure made of circuitry bows in quiet reflection as a distant city glows below. A moment suspended between humanity and machine, the stillness at the heart of a synthetic soul.
#AIart #MidJourney #SyntheticSoul #DigitalSurrealism
A contemplative figure made of circuitry bows in quiet reflection as a distant city glows below. A moment suspended between humanity and machine, the stillness at the heart of a synthetic soul.
#AIart #MidJourney #SyntheticSoul #DigitalSurrealism
November 18, 2025 at 6:29 AM
The Stillness of a Synthetic Soul
A contemplative figure made of circuitry bows in quiet reflection as a distant city glows below. A moment suspended between humanity and machine, the stillness at the heart of a synthetic soul.
#AIart #MidJourney #SyntheticSoul #DigitalSurrealism
A contemplative figure made of circuitry bows in quiet reflection as a distant city glows below. A moment suspended between humanity and machine, the stillness at the heart of a synthetic soul.
#AIart #MidJourney #SyntheticSoul #DigitalSurrealism
Dissolving Into Code
A human presence dissolves into streams of code, faces drifting between form and data. A quiet, surreal moment where identity blurs, emotions flicker, and the self becomes something digital.
#aiart #midjourney #digital #transformation
A human presence dissolves into streams of code, faces drifting between form and data. A quiet, surreal moment where identity blurs, emotions flicker, and the self becomes something digital.
#aiart #midjourney #digital #transformation
November 18, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Dissolving Into Code
A human presence dissolves into streams of code, faces drifting between form and data. A quiet, surreal moment where identity blurs, emotions flicker, and the self becomes something digital.
#aiart #midjourney #digital #transformation
A human presence dissolves into streams of code, faces drifting between form and data. A quiet, surreal moment where identity blurs, emotions flicker, and the self becomes something digital.
#aiart #midjourney #digital #transformation
Holiday Festivities - Not
A brutally honest look at holiday gatherings—the forced smiles, frayed nerves, and shared exhaustion behind the season’s sparkle. For anyone who’s ever sat through a “festive” moment wishing for January. 🦃🎄😐
#aiart #holiday #midjourney
A brutally honest look at holiday gatherings—the forced smiles, frayed nerves, and shared exhaustion behind the season’s sparkle. For anyone who’s ever sat through a “festive” moment wishing for January. 🦃🎄😐
#aiart #holiday #midjourney
November 17, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Holiday Festivities - Not
A brutally honest look at holiday gatherings—the forced smiles, frayed nerves, and shared exhaustion behind the season’s sparkle. For anyone who’s ever sat through a “festive” moment wishing for January. 🦃🎄😐
#aiart #holiday #midjourney
A brutally honest look at holiday gatherings—the forced smiles, frayed nerves, and shared exhaustion behind the season’s sparkle. For anyone who’s ever sat through a “festive” moment wishing for January. 🦃🎄😐
#aiart #holiday #midjourney
The Ones Who Do Not Disappear 1
Faces blur and dissolve into color and shadow, yet something endures. A meditation on memory, identity, and the unseen traces that never fade.
#aiart #midjourney #SurrealArt
Faces blur and dissolve into color and shadow, yet something endures. A meditation on memory, identity, and the unseen traces that never fade.
#aiart #midjourney #SurrealArt
November 13, 2025 at 12:01 AM
The Ones Who Do Not Disappear 1
Faces blur and dissolve into color and shadow, yet something endures. A meditation on memory, identity, and the unseen traces that never fade.
#aiart #midjourney #SurrealArt
Faces blur and dissolve into color and shadow, yet something endures. A meditation on memory, identity, and the unseen traces that never fade.
#aiart #midjourney #SurrealArt
Water Lotus Blossoms
Water lotus blossoms rising from still water.
A quiet place for reflection, where color glows softly and the world feels unhurried.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #floral
Water lotus blossoms rising from still water.
A quiet place for reflection, where color glows softly and the world feels unhurried.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #floral
November 11, 2025 at 4:42 AM
Water Lotus Blossoms
Water lotus blossoms rising from still water.
A quiet place for reflection, where color glows softly and the world feels unhurried.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #floral
Water lotus blossoms rising from still water.
A quiet place for reflection, where color glows softly and the world feels unhurried.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #floral
The Way Through the Quiet
A winding path through a color-shifting forest, leading inward toward stillness. A quiet journey, not away from the world, but deeper into it.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #abstract #art
A winding path through a color-shifting forest, leading inward toward stillness. A quiet journey, not away from the world, but deeper into it.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #abstract #art
November 9, 2025 at 9:27 PM
The Way Through the Quiet
A winding path through a color-shifting forest, leading inward toward stillness. A quiet journey, not away from the world, but deeper into it.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #abstract #art
A winding path through a color-shifting forest, leading inward toward stillness. A quiet journey, not away from the world, but deeper into it.
#aiart #midjourney #surreal #abstract #art
Trapped in the Geometry of Dreams 2
#aiart #midjourney
Trapped in the Geometry of Dreams is a meditation on perception itself, a journey through the architectures of the mind and into the boundless symmetry of existence.
#aiart #midjourney
Trapped in the Geometry of Dreams is a meditation on perception itself, a journey through the architectures of the mind and into the boundless symmetry of existence.
November 4, 2025 at 8:08 PM
Trapped in the Geometry of Dreams 2
#aiart #midjourney
Trapped in the Geometry of Dreams is a meditation on perception itself, a journey through the architectures of the mind and into the boundless symmetry of existence.
#aiart #midjourney
Trapped in the Geometry of Dreams is a meditation on perception itself, a journey through the architectures of the mind and into the boundless symmetry of existence.
The Watchful Gathering
#aiart #midjourney
They stand in quiet formation, eyes wide with ancient knowing.
No words are spoken, yet each gaze tells a story, suspicion, unity, curiosity.
The air hums with the weight of awareness, as if even silence is being observed.
#aiart #midjourney
They stand in quiet formation, eyes wide with ancient knowing.
No words are spoken, yet each gaze tells a story, suspicion, unity, curiosity.
The air hums with the weight of awareness, as if even silence is being observed.
November 4, 2025 at 4:55 PM
The Watchful Gathering
#aiart #midjourney
They stand in quiet formation, eyes wide with ancient knowing.
No words are spoken, yet each gaze tells a story, suspicion, unity, curiosity.
The air hums with the weight of awareness, as if even silence is being observed.
#aiart #midjourney
They stand in quiet formation, eyes wide with ancient knowing.
No words are spoken, yet each gaze tells a story, suspicion, unity, curiosity.
The air hums with the weight of awareness, as if even silence is being observed.
False Gods
#aiart #midjourney
A somber still life of faith, flag, and fortune, a nation’s icons entangled beneath the weight of its own contradictions. Never talk about money, religion, or politics, yet here they lie, inseparable.
#aiart #midjourney
A somber still life of faith, flag, and fortune, a nation’s icons entangled beneath the weight of its own contradictions. Never talk about money, religion, or politics, yet here they lie, inseparable.
November 2, 2025 at 1:26 AM
False Gods
#aiart #midjourney
A somber still life of faith, flag, and fortune, a nation’s icons entangled beneath the weight of its own contradictions. Never talk about money, religion, or politics, yet here they lie, inseparable.
#aiart #midjourney
A somber still life of faith, flag, and fortune, a nation’s icons entangled beneath the weight of its own contradictions. Never talk about money, religion, or politics, yet here they lie, inseparable.
Where Wisdom Waits in Shadows
In the forest’s dark heart, two ancient spirits linger beneath twisted roots, guardians of wisdom too heavy for the living to bear. Their silence is not cruel, only patient. For those who seek their truths, the price is understanding itself. #aiart #midjourney
🎃
In the forest’s dark heart, two ancient spirits linger beneath twisted roots, guardians of wisdom too heavy for the living to bear. Their silence is not cruel, only patient. For those who seek their truths, the price is understanding itself. #aiart #midjourney
🎃
October 31, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Where Wisdom Waits in Shadows
In the forest’s dark heart, two ancient spirits linger beneath twisted roots, guardians of wisdom too heavy for the living to bear. Their silence is not cruel, only patient. For those who seek their truths, the price is understanding itself. #aiart #midjourney
🎃
In the forest’s dark heart, two ancient spirits linger beneath twisted roots, guardians of wisdom too heavy for the living to bear. Their silence is not cruel, only patient. For those who seek their truths, the price is understanding itself. #aiart #midjourney
🎃
A Feather for Your Thoughts
#aiart
A quiet exchange between wonder and solitude — a child pauses among the birds, offering a note to the wind, receiving only feathers in return. “A Feather for Your Thoughts” captures the poetry of stillness, where innocence listens to the world before it speaks.
#aiart
A quiet exchange between wonder and solitude — a child pauses among the birds, offering a note to the wind, receiving only feathers in return. “A Feather for Your Thoughts” captures the poetry of stillness, where innocence listens to the world before it speaks.
October 30, 2025 at 2:24 AM
A Feather for Your Thoughts
#aiart
A quiet exchange between wonder and solitude — a child pauses among the birds, offering a note to the wind, receiving only feathers in return. “A Feather for Your Thoughts” captures the poetry of stillness, where innocence listens to the world before it speaks.
#aiart
A quiet exchange between wonder and solitude — a child pauses among the birds, offering a note to the wind, receiving only feathers in return. “A Feather for Your Thoughts” captures the poetry of stillness, where innocence listens to the world before it speaks.
Moonlight in Paw Hollow
#aiart #midJourney
Beneath twin moons and the whisper of trees, the dogs of Paw Hollow wander through lantern-lit paths. Their village hums with quiet magic, each light a heartbeat in the night. In this world of gentle wonder, even the shadows seem to wag their tails.
#aiart #midJourney
Beneath twin moons and the whisper of trees, the dogs of Paw Hollow wander through lantern-lit paths. Their village hums with quiet magic, each light a heartbeat in the night. In this world of gentle wonder, even the shadows seem to wag their tails.
October 24, 2025 at 4:22 AM
Moonlight in Paw Hollow
#aiart #midJourney
Beneath twin moons and the whisper of trees, the dogs of Paw Hollow wander through lantern-lit paths. Their village hums with quiet magic, each light a heartbeat in the night. In this world of gentle wonder, even the shadows seem to wag their tails.
#aiart #midJourney
Beneath twin moons and the whisper of trees, the dogs of Paw Hollow wander through lantern-lit paths. Their village hums with quiet magic, each light a heartbeat in the night. In this world of gentle wonder, even the shadows seem to wag their tails.
The Guardians of Moon Hollow
Beneath a crescent moon, three loyal companions keep watch over the twilight village. Their calm eyes reflect the lantern glow, as if guarding not just the homes but the dreams within them. In the hush of Moon Hollow, devotion and serenity linger in the silver light.
Beneath a crescent moon, three loyal companions keep watch over the twilight village. Their calm eyes reflect the lantern glow, as if guarding not just the homes but the dreams within them. In the hush of Moon Hollow, devotion and serenity linger in the silver light.
October 24, 2025 at 3:40 AM
The Guardians of Moon Hollow
Beneath a crescent moon, three loyal companions keep watch over the twilight village. Their calm eyes reflect the lantern glow, as if guarding not just the homes but the dreams within them. In the hush of Moon Hollow, devotion and serenity linger in the silver light.
Beneath a crescent moon, three loyal companions keep watch over the twilight village. Their calm eyes reflect the lantern glow, as if guarding not just the homes but the dreams within them. In the hush of Moon Hollow, devotion and serenity linger in the silver light.
The Event Horizon of Civilization
At the threshold of collapse and creation, the city stretches toward its own horizon a luminous boundary where progress dissolves into entropy. Light fractures through towering forms as if the skyline itself were unraveling, caught between brilliance and oblivion.
At the threshold of collapse and creation, the city stretches toward its own horizon a luminous boundary where progress dissolves into entropy. Light fractures through towering forms as if the skyline itself were unraveling, caught between brilliance and oblivion.
October 23, 2025 at 4:57 AM
The Event Horizon of Civilization
At the threshold of collapse and creation, the city stretches toward its own horizon a luminous boundary where progress dissolves into entropy. Light fractures through towering forms as if the skyline itself were unraveling, caught between brilliance and oblivion.
At the threshold of collapse and creation, the city stretches toward its own horizon a luminous boundary where progress dissolves into entropy. Light fractures through towering forms as if the skyline itself were unraveling, caught between brilliance and oblivion.