What makes a storm gypsy? The crave of thunder, the wind against my skin, the renewal from the rain, the lightning that brightens the eye, but most of all, the chase and travel that drives my soul. I dance with the storm along the path and embrace the the darkness with inner light. I enter my own domain as I enhance every photograph based on my current emotion by music that keeps fuel.

The greatest evolution is that art is found in the vibe. Everything we encounter is linked to everything else in perfection beyond what we can see, but how it's percieved and felt. There's no defining, no rules, no limitations on art from within. That's what makes dissident visions happen.

What physical path the Storm Gypsy follows will remain unknown for its force is is free like a dancing tornado on a feild. 

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