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Drawings Inspired by Nature

Collecting and drawing inspiration from remnants abandoned by nature.
 Don't forget to look back on the first charcoal, carbon and pastel piece in this series, Silent Forest, as well as the drawing in progress previously shown on the blog. 
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fabulousjunk said…
Amazing..

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Becks
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