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The petals are wilting next to her

A closer look at my painting Seeing You Heterochromia. 
Thank you to artistaday.com for featuring some of my earlier 2013 work, it's an honor to be among so many great artists.  

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Julie said…
Beautiful! I love all of the colors in her hair and the way her eyes just capture you when you look at them.

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Unknown said…
This is a stunning piece. I love it! x

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