Fine line tattoo, simple campfire scene, small campfire in…
Prompt
Fine line tattoo, simple campfire scene, small campfire in the center with delicate flames and two crossed logs underneath, two empty small folding camping chairs facing the fire from left and right, both chairs identical and angled toward the flames, a few thin sparks rising up from the fire, thin pine tree silhouette on each side in the background, three or four tiny stars scattered above, thin precise hairline strokes, lots of negative space, clean simple composition, stencil-friendly, elegant, minimalist
Ouvre le générateur de tatouages IA avec ce prompt et les mêmes réglages : minimaliste · Noir et blanc.
Prompt négatif
people, person, humans, figures sitting, color, watercolor, neo-traditional, bold outlines, heavy shading, realistic, photorealistic, sketchy lines, double lines, blurry, messy, cluttered, text, words, letters, numbers, signature, watermark, frame, border, body part, arm, skin, anime, cartoon, single chair, three chairs, dogs, cats, animals, smoke clouds, tent
Détails du design
- Style
- minimaliste
- Type
- Noir et blanc
- Créateur
- Sasch
- Date de création
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