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Alexandra of 4th and Bleeker


Lately, I'm having a pretty incomparable love affair with watercolor and Gouache paint (similarly referred to as opaque watercolor)... this one's inspired by the beautiful Alexandra Spencer of 4th and Bleeker.

Approximate time: 6 hours

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Unknown said…
Frikkin amazing talent!! Love this x

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Jonna Artist said…
Love it! All your paintings and photos are so beautiful but this one made my jaw drop!! You have such a talent!
smäm said…
Beautiful!!
Unknown said…
amazing work (: sweetcombination.blogspot.gr

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