Friday, August 31, 2012

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                                        Title: Fallen
                                         Acrylic and prisma colored pencils
The snow clouded his eyes; slid into his lungs. Though the bullet was warm, cold swallowed it and sent him reeling into the heavens. Only a deer. Only, my dear.


                                      Title: Tempo
                                      Acrylic and netting
Feel the music. Get carried away...

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