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† Agitha The None †


Studio shots and one of my latest pieces in the Occult Collection, Agitha The None.


(Oil on wood panel 20 x 24)

Comments

Anonymous said…
i'm in love!so great!
coco
Sarah said…
gorgeous painting! xx
Andrés Corella said…
Ohh beautiful so haunting!...And I love the wall in the background!

xx
Andy
The Black Label
im always amazed on how eye catching your art is!
ilikestuff said…
Love the painting, and love the title. I'm almost as in to painting titles as i am the paintings themselves.

My favorite is the Salvador Dali painting called "One Second Before Awakening from a Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate."
Alex said…
Haunting, great painting, beautiful photos capturing it, and amazing studio decor! Looooove this post!
Anonymous said…
wow. thats great!

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xoxo
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Kathy
ADORE this. And I love the skull on the wall.
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