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Ordella and other girls


Ordella 20 x 24 oil on wood

My latest painting... inspired by Anja Konstantinova.
 
Shop my closet update:
Saying goodbye to my gorgeous Balenciaga Mary-Kate wedges is kind of depressing, so I'm cheerfully diluting myself with the simple fact that they will undoubtedly make someone else VERY happy!

Soooo, yeah, I'm kind of addicted to Tumblr.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Stilig :)
Alex said…
So proud of my girlfriend and her paintings! Great picture of them, baby.
Melissa said…
those shoes are the BOMB!!!

Thank you for all your lovely comments!

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Anonymous said…
Awww, why would you have to let them go? Such beautiful statement pieces *le sigh. Im getting a bit choked up thinking about you parting with them lol xx
awww love these!
Senia said…
hey
schöner blog und schöne bilder!
kannst ja auch mal bei mir vorbeischauen, würde mich freuen :)
♥ Senia
http://lavieenabricot.blogspot.com/
Anacecilia said…
those wedges are beautifull! and you are very good in your art!
Unknown said…
Hey! I love the paint, it's so beautiful!
Nice shoes!!
xox!
love it! amazing paintingg:)
xx cris
Amira Rasool said…
your so talented
I'm completly in love with this painting
lovely blog :)

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