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Photo Diary // The Secret Garden

"Haunted"
Pouring my feelings into this special new piece for the Copycat Violence: An Artist Collective Ghost Stories show at Penumbra Art Boutique & Studio this June. 
Adding all those finishing touches...
 High on sunlight in the studio. 
 And then a bit of grainy evening light, cool breeze, windows opens. 
“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.” - Frances Hodgson Burnett
A table for one.
In progress- bringing new life to one of my charcoal drawings from 2013.
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Blogoratti said…
I like these photos of your living space, and your work is really creative I must say!
3:26 PM
Jess Crawford Art said…
Beautiful Bella! Is that girl a watercolour? She is so lovely.
5:14 PM
Naomi said…
These are sooo gorgeous. Is the second girl Gemma Ward or Sasha Luss? I love trying to guess who was referenced when making paintings....and they're all so lovelyy.

xoxoxox, Naomi | http://bunnyandfawn.blogspot.com/
5:24 PM
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