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One hour watercolor


Second attempt with watercolors. Approximate time: one hour. 
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Andrés Corella said…
So beautiful..you truly have an amazing talent.

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Andy
The Black Label
1:18 PM
Vintage Lollipops said…
Aaaahhh, thank you my dear!!

xoxo
1:40 PM
Kim Axani said…
That's an awesome attempt, although I'd call it more of a triumph than an attempt, it's so good!
4:49 PM
Mamma's Chest VTG said…
This is a big inspiration for me, I'm studying illustration.
7:37 AM
Vintage Lollipops said…
Thank you for the amazing feedback!! xox
7:56 AM
Alex said…
I have such a talented girlfriend!
12:12 PM
paanie said…
You did these in an hour!!!! holy shit you are good . . . I love how you just focused on the feature and used bold colors as flourish . . . you're an impressive soul . . .
11:03 AM
Vintage Lollipops said…
Thank you so, so much for the wonderful feedback!!! xoxo
11:25 AM
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