AlekseyCalvin/Neurealist_Textographic_Collage_FLUX_bySilverAgePoets_v2

NEUREALIST COLLAGE FLUX LoRA

|||||||| VARIANT 2 |||||||||

||| By SilverAgePoets.com |||

Prompt

A surreal, two-part Neurealist textographic collage. At the top is a surreal photo of two feminine figures in hip dresses: one with a deer's head and the other with a reddish orange flaming head, set against a rural utopian backdrop. The collage image on the bottom shows a black hole or solar eclipse dark circle, in-between many colorful lines extending. A surreal image featuring two figures in vintage dresses, one with a deer's head and the other with a flaming head, set against a rural backdrop. Below is a dynamic, abstract depiction of a black hole with radiating lines. Surrealist dreamlike phantasmagoric pro intricately detailed book illustration art, balanced composition, intricate detailing, titles and captions accurately spelled with painstakingly absolute fidelity, inspired by Max Ernst, accurate anatomy, finest rich black ink, color-corrected, accurate anatomy, museum-quality, crisp best quality masterpiece HD photography, photo-collage, mind-warping and psychedelically transgressive masterpiece work of radical revolutionary Dada. The two images explore and comment upon themes of identity, perception, and existentialism. The top image segment is captioned with the following text: "Our self, the only Savior we're waiting for isn't comingling readily, fickle as deer, flames, / shyly paces, claims existence is absurd the world is reinvented with or within or without us..." In its turn, the black hole (or possibly the solar eclipse) image on the bottom is matched with an even lengthier and more arcanely philosophical textual counterpart (or poetic counterpoint sequence), captioned with the following phrase: "an image is an image is an image of our thought re/)fract(ur)ed / on & into your thinking, not unlike an ear-worm song, & / whether you believe it or not sort of / like how we thought, or intuited, all along...", Meanwhile, the top collage image segment caption reads: " OUR SELF, THE ONLY SAVIOUR WE'RE WAITING FOR ISN'T COMINGLING READILY, FICKLE AS DEER, FLAMES, / SHYLY PACES, CLAIMS EXISTENCE IS ABSURD, THE WORLD IS REINVENTED WITH OR WITHIN OR WITHOUT US" Every word in the above text appears only in the upper segment caption, distinct and separate from the bottom collage image segment caption, the text of which reads: "AN IMAGE IS AN IMAGE IS AN IMAGE OF OUR THOUGHT RE-FRACT(UR)ED / ON & INTO YOUR THINKING, NOT UNLIKE AN EAR-WORM SONG, & / WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT OR NOT SORT OF / LIKE HOW WE THOUGHT, OR INTUITED, ALL ALONG ... ". Surrealist phantasmagoric detailed book illustration photo collage, balanced composition.

Prompt

Neurealist textographic collage featuring two distinct sections or segments: section '1':

For generating neurealist collages with text, particularly tall/portrait-format images construed of two vertically arranged thematically-connected segments/sections.

Sources

This LoRA, along with several other versions thereof, was trained on dozens of collages created by us, mainly from our altered/detourned screenshots of auto-close-captioned frames of the film Why are we SO CONFUSED? (and what can we do about it?) (2024) by David Shields, which we watched and sampled via the Sublation Media w/Douglas Lain YouTube channel.

Trigger words / Suggestions

You should use neurealist textographic photo collage art or neurealist textographic surreal photo collage to summon suchlike proliferations.
We suggest that you set vertical/portrait dimensions for inference using this LoRA. Somewhat aside from its aesthetic specificities and impacts.

A little pre-ambling or postscriptual poem/potential prompt-fodder for ye:

ALIVETIME'S HORIZON
By A.C.T. SOON®

History proceeds in screams of cold metal,

Criss-crossing a world heavy with a wild scramble of desperate photorealistic deserters.
Meanwhile, in tacitly dimensioned ghosty borders,

Our time schedulers get re-engineered by an enthusiast: ‘Konstantin Ivanov’,
A sortova Lenin disguised in self-stacking strawy wigs & hats;

Whilst, jerry-rigged onto their flaps & caps & fringes, cyber-limbs quickly shovel dialectically-synthesized coals...
Unto alivetime’s horizon.

In reply, signals sprout…

Looming, hurtling through trees, out of the dark…
Diffusely trembling, skating in on hybrid spectacles' marionette arks…
Else, drifting over bottomless cosmic-size imagery basins, these signals raft in

On brane-like Constructivist frames periodically fed abstractions

Manually snapped & stuffed into transparent pipeline ends rearing each frame;
So that soon, not over times presupposed but as a real hidden process,

Half-digested phantom abstractions graphically spew us,
A few million at once,

From frames' front-end breath-holes;

Some then get picked up & juggled like hot coals by a grinning Guy Debord,

Who climbs – slowly transforming to a catty camgirl – out of a tomb of long-ago cremated airs;

And whenever gradient walls ridge steeper, cherry or tomato juices...

– But perchance wines of covertly archived dreams –

Splash, spilled from that long-ago bullet-burst chest:

No, no longer a bleeding heart of numbered claims, but a peephole:

Peeking alivetime’s horizon.

And when zoomed onto D.’s lucid glasses:
Note how across them, same as ever, great diversities of characteristics slide, latticed by strained sunlight into books and galleries of inexplicable unities,

Such as our faces, apparitioning here or there for a Kodak-flash or a century, as mirages...

Or as holograms which, viewed from the back or upside down, disperse into feature catalogues,

Only to startle one, condensing years unrepressed, in a supermarket line, all candid & singular & selfied together with cell phone cameras,

Blending windows nearer transparency and unto some certain point extending indefinitely, as of a spear-tip,

And therewith pinning one, as if both or all, onto the musing walls of our shared proto-history,

As like wing-patterned formations of Nabokov-privatized muses, once distinguishable only by experts,

And though today alone together tomorrow re-taking the air for every wing yet unseen:

All up & up & out...
Towards alivetime’s horizon…

Use it with the 🧨 diffusers library

from diffusers import AutoPipelineForText2Image
import torch

pipeline = AutoPipelineForText2Image.from_pretrained('black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev', torch_dtype=torch.float16).to('cuda')
pipeline.load_lora_weights('AlekseyCalvin/Neurealist_Textographic_Collage_FLUX_bySilverAgePoets_v2')
image = pipeline('your prompt').images[0]

For more details, including weighting, merging and fusing LoRAs, check the documentation on loading LoRAs in diffusers