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Love looks not with the eyes

 
(Spencer, 11 x 15 watercolor)

I can't tell you how refreshing it was to drag one the heaviest packages of the year back to my studio, sink to the floor alongside my fuzzy bunny slippers, and slice open the most boring brown box to reveal these two beautiful books. Besides the wealth of inspiration and hours lost on silent musing, they make great hand weights.


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Nice painting!

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Signe said…
Wow beautiful painting!!


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Clara Turbay said…
it´s simple and fabulous!
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