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sparrow hair

Mixed media on canvas, 24 x 24 inches, the string series continues.

This is the third painting in a series of three that I dropped off at Studio 330 last night. Each painting has a story, and each story is linked. Also, each painting is meant to be seen in tenebrous light, against the endless black walls they have in there.

Until the end of March.
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  1. Susan Schwake8:40 am

    fab, won't gush.holding back!

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  2. Laura9:58 am

    SUPERB!

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  3. Kathy Maher Patterson10:05 am

    Where is the studio? And are they all for sale??

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  4. Anonymous10:18 am

    Hope to see some pics of your artwork on those black walls.

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  5. red-handed11:47 am

    Thanks, everyone!

    Kathy: the studio where these are showing is a yoga studio, on Princess near Clergy. My *own* new studio is also up Princess, just before Darbar. Yes they *are* for sale, and I'll be putting up a link to all of my available stuff shortly.

    Also, while I'm here, here's a link to some thoughts on your favourite subject -- free online content.

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  6. Isaac2:26 pm

    i saw your paintings at studio 330 and was immediately struck by 'sparrow hair'...thank you for that blue blue world

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  9. illustration poetry9:00 pm

    theres something eerie about her... but she's beautiful indeed.
    Whats her name this lady in black?

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  10. red-handed8:43 am

    lahksmita: I haven't finished the story yet, but I think she's a Monika ... it's the "k" which makes her feel she's so tragic.

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