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World of Pencils

Just getting started with this new piece but thought I'd snap a quick photo to show you my progress. I have a very long way to go...  
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Rick Forrestal said…
Nice.
I like.
3:42 PM
Lauren @ laurendoesart said…
so beautiful, the amount of detail is incredible! i could never get the hang of pencil, haha!
http://laurendoesart.blogspot.co.uk/
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