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Galiana~ Fashion Illustration


Playing with color on one of my latest drawings, Galiana...

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ZEPETIT said…
Great!

Zepequeña.
FASHION SNAG said…
You are a fabulous artist Bella!

www.FashionSnag.com
Anonymous said…
OMG OMG OMG OMG you are giving the others bloggers a run for their money! This is amazing and so are you.
Doni Brown said…
Amazing!

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http://thefreakoffashion.blogspot.com
http://thefreakoffashion.blogspot.com
Alex said…
Intense and beautiful
Anonymous said…
WOW that's beautiful!
Jessica said…
Is this you? The portrait looks so impressive! Great!
Olive Cooper said…
Fucking talented! I want this hanging in my apartment!!!!

peace x

Olive Cooper

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