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The Bluest Blue

  I spent quite a bit of time studying and pondering over Leonardo da Vinci's drapery studies in hopes of conveying any semblance of texture, form, and realism to her collar, my first real attempt at drawing fabric. I'm thrilled with the results, so here's another peek at this little lady's progress. Hope you like it!

First look here

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