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Here's a little sampling of the new series of illustrations I've been working on... there's lots more to come. And sorry about the grainy cell phone pictures, I promise to post everything in hi-res very soon. Get ready! 
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el_martina said…
wow!! You got a big talent!!!!
10:51 AM
OleoyLetras said…
increibles, usaste lapices acuarelables ?
10:51 AM
lauren said…
OMG OMG OMG OMG insane, speechless!
11:20 AM
The Creative Artista said…
Fantastic illustrations! I really love your style. Is it just normal coloured pencils you're using?
11:45 AM
Vintage Lollipops said…
@creative Artista Thank you! It's a combination of run-of-the-mill colored pencils and the good stuff... Prismacolor. xoxo
1:56 PM
K A T H L E E N said…
i always like looking at your beautiful artwork!
7:46 PM
diane said…
Wow Bella!! You are really on to something here. There's a "gritty" quality to these that I really like.
6:29 PM
Alex said…
Dear Girlfriend,

You are beautiful, and so are your new pencil drawings! So proud of you.

Love, Boyfriend
1:58 PM
Bad Joan said…
What amazing illustrations!

GTBB,
http://badjoan.blogspot.com
http://cookingjoan.blogspot.com
8:06 PM
Natalie said…
wow these are absolutely amazing!

http://sweetandsimple77.blogspot.com/
7:16 PM
Lisa said…
Amazing, how do you do it :)
Found you via bloglovin. Gr8 drawings!!
3:55 AM
DiscoVery said…
It's beautfiul
10:01 AM
Kata said…
You are so talented!I love your works!<3
7:11 AM
Unknown said…
these are sooooo amazing!!!
5:22 PM
Amira Rasool said…
loving all of these
now following :)

http://bobbieaustinscloset.com/
9:19 AM
Richie Riches for Less said…
your drawing are amazing!!
11:28 AM
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