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I'm fine, thank you. - Margot Tenenbaum

(Watercolor, 2012) 
New artwork from the past. Based on one of my all-time favorite characters, the ever-sullen, infamously secretive, Margot Tenenbaum.

Prints now available. 

Comments

Maria said…
Love your art and creativity:-)
And this work is great, a little sad woman:-)

I do different art my self at my blog.

Have a great day.
Maria

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