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Cerise wants to be a Nasty Gal


(Cerise 9 x 12 watercolor)

Before disconnecting the major artery to the internet last night, via my tired laptop, I checked my email and there it was... an opportunity to be one of fifteen featured in Nasty Gals' first magazine! I have no idea if they'll even consider my artwork, but I took a chance because this little pink-haired girl wants to be nasty! 

Please show her some #supernasty love on instagram!!
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Dilan Dilir said…
it´s really beautiful,well done!
1:23 PM
Copper Etiquette said…
Yes! I think its a perfect fit!!!!
3:04 PM
Alex said…
Wow, I love the 2nd pic close-up!
4:20 AM
xxyy said…
amazing drawing! xx

http://www.theprovocativecouture.com/
7:59 AM
Blicious said…
Gorgeous!!

xx
b
1:57 PM
JillianT said…
Very pretty and I think its perfect for the Nasty Girl Mag!
~ Jillian
http://forelyse.com/blog/
2:42 PM
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