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✞ Fiona Fashion Illustration ✞


Here she is, the finished version of Fiona (amongst her morning shadows) from the Sister Shades Series peek I gave you here

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Andrés Corella said…
So beautiful..Can I say I love Fiona´s hair? Cause its hot!

hugs
Andy
The Black Label
http://fiercepty.blogspot.com
Awww, yes you can! Thank you soooooo much, Andy!!!
It's really awesome! Beautiful too! :D
amazing! you are so talented and make beautiful pieces of art
paanie said…
this is gorgeous . . . you're so incredibly talented!

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