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Charcoal Jacket

(Kate Bosworth for Calvin Klein Jeans)


Meet Kate. This is one of my latest charcoal/pencil drawings and first attempt at minimalistic style that requires not only concentrated patience on my part, but also some pretty meticulous shading. Totally worth it in the end...

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Comments

Alex said…
Love it, baby!
Suvarna Gold said…
great blog!!!!!!
Michelle Thomas said…
Hi Bella I've been a fan of your blog for some time now and I just love what you're doing here. You are such a talented soul and your style is so beautfiul! It's just great what you're doing! I love this illustration and you deserve all the best.
ediot said…
what an amazing piece of work this is. you're incredibly talented. so proud of you!
xx
BrennaLu said…
This is amazing, you're sooo talented! I even saved it for drawing inspiration :)

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Sarah Whitney said…
Gorgeous drawing lady! Her eyes are so striking.
Amira said…
Perfect!So talanted,dear!
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I LOVE reading these!! And can't thank you guys enough for these AMAZING comments!!
Very pretty! You're super talented. ;)


Grace

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Unknown said…
You are ridiculously talented.

Sarah
x

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Emily said…
omg this is incredible!! Great blog- following you!

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nancy said…
love
nancy said…
This really is amazing work..you are very talented, Bella! I looks just like Kate! Are you working as an artist yet or just doing things on the side because people shoul dreally be seeing your work. I love your blog!

Kisses XOXOX
Julia said…
this is such an amazing drawing! i wish i could draw so well!

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