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The Girl and Fox... in progress


Here's a look at what I've been working on... can't wait to show you the finished piece! 
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ZEPETIT said…
Great!

Zepequeña.
4:35 PM
Rocio MB said…
me encanta tu blog!! y tu estilo!!! me quedo para seguirte!! y ver nuevas entradas tuyas!!

te animo a que visites mi blog y me sigas si te gusta!!!

http://blowoffashion.blogspot.com.es/

un besazo!! y gracias!
6:55 AM
drollgirl said…
girl, you draw and paint so well. you really do.

part of me (i know, there is something wrong with me!!!) would like you to sometimes draw less beautiful people. ok, even ugly people. i used to take figure drawing, and my favorite thing was to draw the quirky, unconventional, and even "ugly" people. one time we had a model come in that had to weigh 400+ lbs. and she had the meanest scowl on her face. the drawings of this particular model were INCREDIBLE!

sorry for babbling!!!!
1:50 PM
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