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ArtistAbstract sandstorm with inner sandstorm that is a closeup of a female crawling on the desert ground, , masterful surreal vision of what art would look like if the wind painted with watercolor, fine crystal dust, sand particles, & if it harnessed collective dynamism of sand in motion swirling gusting creating fascination spirals &designs, fusion of silkiness, particles, hyper & varied textures, bits of glass, string, flow, silk, mesmerizing designs, silken moire effects, everything is moving with the wind, sketching, pointillism, line art, stacked lines, running parallel lines, insane array of texture brushes, hyper detailed, intricate, elegant, multidimensional artistically layered , elements of, patterns, textures, Fibonacci sequence, sawtooth wave, woven sand, imaginatively beautiful surreal vision of a woman as a sandstorm iamid a desert sandstorm, detailed whirling sand & beautiful woman, , desert centric with incredible visionary intricaciesi colors, textures, f wind was the artist, & painted this scene with water color and fine sand , dynamic weather conditions & formations of collective dynamic , hyper detailed & varying textures,. Hyper quality, highly detailed concept art , sharp focus , illustration high detail crisp quality in the styles of Phillip Stearns & Sampad’s distinct densely stacked shapes, patterns, mixed media, & a significantly heightened moire peffects associated with Sampad's art Masterfully surreal art, nature-defying convergence between human & weather, leggy female is amid insanely detailed, alarmingly hyperactive desert sandstorm, gusting winds, sand particles, much & varied airborne debris, collective dynamic swirling sand tornados & cool wind-driven formations, Subject is surreally depicted as wearing the sandstorm as exquisite haute couture gown while simultaneously strutting amid the same fierce sandstorm, remarkable symbiotic relationship, dynamic presenta
I crawled like an infant up an endless steep hill,
The Wind gusted against me, breaking my will.
It spewed all manner of detritus & debris,
Determined to render this quest an impossibility.
But my mantra remained "Keep moving, don't dare be still."
I reached the other side utterly dazed,
Pondering deeply if I was half-crazed.
As I calmed & forged ahead with hope,
The wind laughed eerily, whispering, "Nope."
It tackled me to the ground, setting my dreams ablaze.
The storm morphed into a complex entity,
Somehow entwining deeply with my identity.
How had I become this beast of burden?
If this wasn't a dream, one thing was certain:
This was destined to be the end of me.
One day I proclaimed I could no longer endure,
Telling the storm, my autonomy I'd abjure.
"Take over," I said, "I’ll abide & conform.”
In that brief pause, I unleashed my own storm,
And wore that chaos like it was haute couture.
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