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Prompt: a painting of a farm scene with a horse and buggy pulling a wagon with a man on it, Albrecht Altdorfer, german romanticism, vignette, a pointillism painting
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

Model: OpenArt SDXL

Prompt:

a painting of a farm scene with a horse and buggy pulling a wagon with a man on it, Albrecht Altdorfer, german romanticism, vignette, a pointillism painting
Width: 1024
Height: 832
Scale: 15
Steps: 100
Seed: 1929474548
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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