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Eye-Vee: Painting Update



Eye-Vee: 20 x 24 oil on Birch panel

You've seen my artwork before, in terms of the charcoal/graphite/oil mixed media illustrations, but with the exception of sporadic teasers on my Facebook fan page, I haven't actually showcased any of my paintings. Maybe it's because I only truly implemented the use of the paint brush a couple of months ago... now I can't seem to put it down. So today, something in the air felt slightly magical, like it was finally the right time to introduce the other pieces I've been working on.
So here's a partial peek at Eye-Vee, the dangerous visionary. That's all I'll say about her for now, but once you see the entire painting, you'll definitely understand what I mean.
I hope you like her!

Happy Friday everyone!

Comments

You are ridiculously talented! <3 I love the catseye eyeliner!

x
Lost in the Haze
Jessss said…
adore.
Anonymous said…
It looks superb. I'm sure it looks even better on canvas, not as a photo.
Margarita Bloom said…
Beautiful work!!
Gorgeous! You are unbelievably talented!
This is my first time to your blog, but I will have to come back to see more!

The Internet Garbage
t said…
Very nice!

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Alex said…
I love her, baby! And I love you!
Sweet said…
OMY Bella this is such a fantastic drawing...you are very talented...what a beautiful drawing my love...

Kisses
Sweet
PensandLens
@mistytewest
Street Fashion said…
Wow, you are so creative and good in painting.. The output was very nice.. :)

Keep it up and more hugs..:)

Archiex
Anonymous said…
AMAZING!
The Key To Chic said…
Wow, you are such an amazing artist. So glad you shared this, it's incredible.

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