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Elmo said…
hi deirdre, looks like i'm the first to post a comment. wait for it....

kind of quiet around here eh?

just kidding.. the pictures are cool, are they paintings or..? you might like thai art like singha's, hanuman, ganesh is quite cute, you might like him.

love, rory
Elmo said…
love you sis
Elmo said…
bye x o x o
deirdre said…
shshsh. you've gotta have a bit of quiet in art galleries doncha know? but no really, thanks for the post! x

the pics are mostly drawings in pen, but the colorful one is a computer illustration based on a drawing. most of it is inspired by the beautiful rocks, the sea and plants I've come across here. every day i'm stunned by the beauty of this place

more soon.
bowe said…
its oh so quiet here... :)

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