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All the pretty colors


Lots of new watercolors coming soon, including several in the Fashion Blogger Series. So keep a lookout, YOU might be one of them! In the meantime, I thought sharing a little visual progression would be fun. And please don't forget to visit my art shop!!

News: For those who may not be able to afford one of my origianl paintings, Artflakes is featuring a selection of my instagram pics as prints, canvases, stickers, cards and more!!!
Take a peek.

❤ Special giveaway coming soon for Vintage Lollipops and instagram followers. ❤

Comments

Unknown said…
I realllyyy want one of your paintings
Dilan Dilir said…
it´s super cool!
Allison said…
You are incredibly talented, gorgeous Bella! I'm so amazed with how gorgeous everything you work on turns out :) Keep it up! xox
Natalie Suarez said…
so so stunning! i love this :)

xx

natalieoffduty.blogspot.com
Absolutely beautiful! We adore this!
All the best,

Jana & Vanessa from charming Berlin ♥
AMAZING. You're so freaking talented.

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