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Wooden Ophelia Designs & Moon Shelves | Copycats


**This is my work shown** I usually don't speak out but feel I need to. So dear art thieves, please create your own ideas & stop stealing from others. It is NEVER OK to copy someone's art & sell it as your own!
It's disheartening when I discover that people steal and copy my original WOODEN OPHELIA concepts... special artwork designs I spent over a year creating through blood, sweat and so many tears of frustration... to finally celebration. This is my art.

Instagram user Greenhornwoodwork stole my original designs and is selling them as his own. When I approached him he blocked me.
So I want to say thank you to everyone supporting my WOODEN OPHELIA collection of handmade moon shelves and woodwork.

I created each and every design from conception to completion to enchant your homes. Every detail, cut, trial and error, hand-blended stains, sawdust storms, and countless hours in my wood shop. Rain or shine. Heat or cold. An incredible amount of care and attention goes into every single unique piece.

Thank you sincerely for your support and for crediting my artwork.

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