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In-between the voodoo-witchery paintings, hunting for that 'just right' pair of studded boots (found), mucking-up perfectly wearable platforms in haunted corn mazes, and deciding that if I nonchalantly forget the approaching holidays it will somehow slow the process, I've also been working on new illustrations... a lot of them.
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Candice said…
Wow. I wish I had that kind of talent. So Jealous! :)
12:04 AM
Unknown said…
GORGEOUS!!!
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