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Vintage Lollipops on Instagram


The inception of instagram is a relatively new concept to me, and while I'm still catching up on all the images stored in my phone, here's  few recent favorites. 
(From left to right)
A piece I did for Nasty Gal, here. Tees and totes available here. 
Playing mermaid
Progress watercolors everywhere
Another piece for Nasty Gal (going here soon)
Don't forget to enter my first art giveaway! 
Okay, progress graphite drawings everywhere too. 
My garden's still gorgeous and in bloom. 
Intermissions in the art studio for strange crystal placements.
My baby girl, Miu. 

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