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"I grew up
in a yellow house
close to the woods.
I now live in a suburb
of Stockholm (Sweden)
with my man and son,
with an easel
and a dream...
You are most
welcome to my blog!"
-Olga
in a yellow house
close to the woods.
I now live in a suburb
of Stockholm (Sweden)
with my man and son,
with an easel
and a dream...
You are most
welcome to my blog!"
-Olga
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2 comments:
Hooray, Olga! This is that portrait, isn't it? The one that was commissioned by the gentleman who lost his wife? The one that you cared so much about capturing just right?
It's beautiful. Congratulations, my friend!
I stayed in a suburb of Stockholm once Atuna maybe, can't remember the name of the town. It was great.
Your painting is very interesting. The hands are amazing and look fabulous. The background feels a tad under developed and rushed and not in keeping the the excellence of the potrtait.
Jenny F by way of Some pink flowers
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