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21 Aug 12 at 1 am

This was the view from the porch of the house I was staying at with Nancy and Lewis in Oregon. God it was beautiful, we had such a fantastic time up there. 

tags: oregon  nancy  lewis  mine 
This was the view from the porch of the house I was staying at with Nancy and Lewis in Oregon. God it was beautiful, we had such a fantastic time up there. 
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05 Jul 12 at 10 pm

I did the background in oils, and the boy in watercolor. It took me about 7 hours? I did this at Merrilyn’s and only go there once a week for two hours. 

Anyway, I’m really pleased with this. I like it because I can’t tell if the boy is the one who set the fire, a ghost who died in the fire, or someone who just escaped from it

I did the background in oils, and the boy in watercolor. It took me about 7 hours? I did this at Merrilyn’s and only go there once a week for two hours. Anyway, I’m really pleased with this. I like it because I can’t tell if the boy is the one who set the fire, a ghost who died in the fire, or someone who just escaped from it
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29 Jun 12 at 8 pm

Swallowing Seeds

Swallowing Seeds
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29 Jun 12 at 8 pm

Forest Prince

(this painting is about twice as big as my scanner so you can’t really see the rest of the tree and his torso but ah well)

Forest Prince
(this painting is about twice as big as my scanner so you can’t really see the rest of the tree and his torso but ah well)
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29 Jun 12 at 8 pm
tags: my art  mine  crow  girl  watercolor  portrait 
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29 Jun 12 at 8 pm
tags: mine  my art  art  watercolor  portrait  woman 
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24 May 12 at 12 am

I get out of bed, go over to the window, and look out at the night sky. And think about time that can never be regained. I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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tags: mine  my art  me  portrait  art  drawings 
I get out of bed, go over to the window, and look out at the night sky. And think about time that can never be regained. I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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