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Elizabethan


I'm not sure why it's taken so long to fall in love with the fluidity and texture of canvas, as opposed to the wood panel I'd previously been using, but now I'm absolutely smitten.

This piece: What most people don't know about me is that I have a longstanding and somewhat unrelenting fascination with the reign of Queen Elizabeth, so here's a glimpse of my latest Elizabethan inspired girl, Sahpeene. She's the second piece (ever) in my new canvas series!

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Liana said…
you are just amazing, i wish i had your talent!

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