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'Sticks & Stones' Live Art Auction

Bidding starts on my new drawing tonight at 5pm PST via Copycat Violence: An Artist Collective's 'Sticks & Stones' live art auction. 

Event Dates: 
July 13- July 17, 2015 

'These Vibrant Scars' 

8.5 x 11" | unframed
Pastel, charcoal, graphite | Mi-Teintes colored paper
Contact for 'buy it now' invoice:
bellaharrisartstudio@gmail.com

Opening bid: $90
Buy it now: $200
Payment accepted: Paypal only

Shipping: 
US Domestic: $13
International: $28

Comments

Anonymous said…
Her hair looks so real, every little strand. She is beautiful!

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