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Thornebury Glimpse


I've been locking myself away in the studio, working like a machine, and leaving many other things like that of a scarecrow... tired and dusty. With all the ideas hovering about inside my head, harassing and encouraging me unvaryingly, I don't see this ritualistic behavior stopping anytime too soon. But in lieu of this fact, there are a number of paintings to come that I'm excited to share with everyone.
Here's a glimpse of one of the pieces I finished about two weeks ago. Her name is Thornebury.

 (20 x 24 oil on pine panel)
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Rosa creativa said…
so talented!


xx
Rosa

My Stylish Little Secret
http://mystylishlittlesecret.blogspot.com
5:58 PM
Andrés Corella said…
Impressive...so much expression in the eye..I love it!

xx
Andy
The Black Label
10:36 PM
Alex said…
Gorgeous, baby...I can just stare at this forever!
12:13 AM
Anonymous said…
Beautiful! I love the eyes.

xox Courtney Michele
Breakfast in Wonderland
5:01 PM
Anonymous said…
fucking amazing work!
6:00 PM
FashionJazz said…
Popping in to say hi babe!!! Hope you well! Miss you Mwah xx
12:15 PM
Pepper said…
This is Beautiful
9:11 PM
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