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New Drawing ▲ 21 Nights

If you've been following along, then you probably already know that I've been working on a new series of drawings... and 21 Nights is the third in this collection.  
 First drawing: Silent Forest
Second drawing: The Main Light 
Third drawing sneak peek

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Debbie said…
The drawing is beautiful :)
Akanksha said…
Love your paintings... :)
Akanksha said…
Love your paintings... :)

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