I didn’t go looking for her.
She was just... there. In the distance. In the corner of a dream I barely remembered when I woke up.
But I remembered her face.
It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t even strange. It was peaceful. Familiar, somehow. Like someone I’d known in another version of myself.
When I started sketching this piece, I wasn’t thinking of aliens or spirits or anything mystical. I just followed that feeling. The curve of her eyes. The stillness of the background. The river that kept appearing without me asking it to.
I don’t know if this being exists anywhere else.
But the moment I saw her finished, I felt something shift inside me.
Prompt used: In this visionary surrealist painting, a mysterious female figure with a smooth, elongated green head gazes directly at the viewer, her large black eyes and glowing golden third eye drawing attention. Set against a cosmic landscape with vibrant hills and a reflective river, the figure stands calmly in a simple robe, bathed in soft, atmospheric light that highlights her serene yet otherworldly presence.
💬 Have you ever created something that felt like it had been waiting for you all along? Like you weren’t the artist—you were just the one remembering?