I hate the song Baby It’s Cold Outside… so I reworked the lyrics. Now it’s being serenaded to you by two overly insistent chipmunk’d Vampire Bats in the Blood Crypt. Enjoy and have a drink!
You really should stay (We’ve waited up for you)
You can’t go away (We’ve waited up for you)
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This evening has been… (So happy that you stopped in)
…So terrified… (Don’t run or scream; enjoy the ride)
We welcome you to the Blood Crypt (The vampires are “The Shit”)
Only one little sip and you’ll see (We wanted to invite you to tea)
So please stay and don’t you scurry (There isn’t any cause to hurry)
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Just stay and have a half a drink more (Don’t let it coagulate as we pour)
The hunters may warn (We’re still waiting up for you)
Non-believers may scorn (We’re still waiting up for you)
But you’re here with us (So ignore all of the fuss)
Under our spell (Just come along it will be swell)
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So please don’t say no, no, no (We’d sure hate to see you go)
Just give it a chance through and through (Eternity’s such a great view)
You really should stay (We’ve waited up for you)
We’ve waited up
We’ve waited up for you
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You simply can’t go (We’ve waited up for you)
The answer is no (Cause we’ve waited up for you)
The welcome has been (We’re so glad that you stopped in)
Creepily warm (We’ve really turned on all the charm)
There’s no need to be suspicious (The drinks here are quite delicious)
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There’s nobody there at the door (Don’t let it coagulate any more)
The rumors are quite malicious (Naysayers can be so vicious)
Take one little sip to be sure (It’s only a part of the lure)
This could be your home (It’s the finest dungeon here)
There’s no need to roam (There’s nothing that you should fear)
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We’ve tried to be grand (So steady your trembling hand)
Why don’t you see? (We only want to set you free)
They’ll bring the pitchforks tomorrow (Think of the life long sorrow)
When they suspect that you’ve died (Foolish mortals don’t get this side)
You really should stay (Join us for the rest of time)
Jennifer Weigel is a multi-disciplinary mixed media conceptual artist residing in Kansas USA. Weigel utilizes a wide range of media to convey her ideas, including assemblage, drawing, fibers, installation, jewelry, painting, performance, photography, sculpture, video and writing. You can find more of her work at:
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Continuing our AI journey from last time exploring Little Red Riding Hood herself as the Big Bad Wolf… All of these are based upon the AI generated art and prompts using NightCafe and then created as posters in Canva.
How very… Phantom of the Opera predatory… this is definitely not what I had in mind. Maybe something more cutesy?
Ugh. Maybe not.
Wow, that seems like such a cop out, cropping off the head so you don’t have to depict it. And I don’t want to lose the Little Red Riding Hood reference completely.
So no surprise there, I knew that was too many references to work.
And as promised in Big Bad Poetry, we shall embark on our next AI journey, this time looking at Little Red Riding Hood. I had wanted to depict her as the Big Bad Wolf one and the same, although maybe not so big nor bad. But it just wasn’t happening quite as planned. All of these are based upon the AI generated art and prompts using NightCafe and then created as posters in Canva.
So I actually like this even better than my original vision, it is playful and even a bit serene (especially given the Sinister style). The wolf is just being a wolf. It’s quite lovely, really. But it wasn’t what I had in mind, so I revisited the idea later to see if I could get that result…
Over the river and through the wood flashed the fleet-footed Red Riding Hood on her way to her “grandmother’s” house.
When running past, who should she see but just one of the little pigs three cowering like but a tiny mouse.
“But my dear piggy, what do you fear?” Red Riding Hood asked as she slunk near, teeth hidden under a sheepish smile.
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The nervous small pig looked up in fright and decided that Red was alright, missing the subtle clues by a mile.
“The Big Bad Wolf, that horrible beast upon the other wee pigs did feast!” the last little pig said with a squeal.
Red Riding Hood laughed with a great growl and threw back her heavy long-robed cowl, in a vast terrifying reveal.
For she was really the wolf Big Bad hidden beneath the cape that he had stolen from Red Riding Hood at point.
“And now I’ve caught you too my pretty and surely t’wouldn’t be a pity if I gobbled you up in this joint.”
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T’was then the wee pig leapt to his feet And cried, “Big Bad Wolf, I shall defeat, for I am no ordinary swine!”
The little pig also wore sheep’s clothes spun in spells every woodland witch knows; Old Granny herself was quite divine.
“Now give me back my granddaughter’s cape, before I grab you by your ruffed nape and send you pig-squealing down the road…”
The wolf dropped the cape and ran, that cur, but Granny was swifter and hexed his fur and the wolf she turned into a toad.
Thus the moral of this story goes, when in the woods, no one really knows what sheepish sheep’s clothing is a ruse that big bad wolves and old witches use.
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So this is actually an intro to my next AI art journey with NightCafe which developed from me not getting the results I wanted (Little Red Riding Hood herself as a wolf). Here’s a preview with Eric’s versions as he is much more literal in his prompting than I am, but where’s the fun in that? 😉
Prompts (from left to right) in Dark Fantasy style, executed Aug. 1, 2023:
Bipedal wolf in Red Riding Hood’s cloak
Bipedal wolf in Red Riding Hood’s cloak close up portrait
Bipedal wolf in red cloak close up portrait
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.