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3 comments:
redo - typo *!
Ha! I just logged on and saw this pop up. I really like this, the burnt oranges and reds draw the eye through the painting.
Your lines and what they epresent seem to be rising and floating away. A transition? They are excellant especially taken together.
Brooks
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