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Pink Jolie


Finally getting around to sharing the entire piece after showing just a peek at her in April. She's also one of my canvas designs for the Ohh Deer competition... and she got a little feature in Art Nouveau Magazine, which was pretty rad. Hope everyone had a great 4th... happy Friday! 

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