If her hair was flesh

A collaboration of a GAN and artistic vision. The sketch was based on GAN, then processed through various GANs again until the end result captured the emotionality of a moment

"If her hair was oil and her skin was a shame if her hair was a doubt if her flail was a dream and her skin was a rope what would she fear? If her load was strong and her armor was lust if her dreams were true what would she cling to? A doubt is her dress, she'll wear it every day until it wears off and she'll be queen until she is a colorless stain.

Ridin' her hair, riddlein' her dress, riddlein' her mind; sittin' in her shadow all day long, wreathin' lil green leaves at her feet. Pityin' is the name she'll give her pride and she'll call her homeworld 'the flower'."