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 Rihana is a lively little girl  who accompanies her mother everyday, as her school is closed for the summer. Her mum helps me with my house work. I teach Rihana little English rhymes and tell her about dinosaurs and lots of other stuff. She follows me around the house and is very interested in everything I do.


I totally love her spirit and I so wanted to make a portrait of her. I completed this just a little while ago. The lighting isn't good enough to do justice to the portrait. I shall perhaps click a better photo in the day light tomorrow. But you can get a good idea of what the finished piece looks like from this picture. The finished piece is A3 size. (approx 12" x 17")

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Comments

  1. Wow!! superb..

    Rihana's smile is captured well.Nice portrait,rihana is going to love it.

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  2. She looks like a bundle of energy

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  3. awww...... she's cute. I hope her sense of wonderment and curiosity and her smile last FOREVER!!!! May life bring her good things!!!

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  4. Waw Superb..Loved the portrait and the little girl's innocent smile..

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  5. Gosh! Preeti, You've captured Rihana's personality so well..you've done a brilliant job, the detailing, that little dark spot near her cheek, her teeth...its just perfect...

    I wonder what she said on seeing this?

    and she's such a lovely child...the twinkling eyes, her smile...I wish her the best of everything in life..i most fervently do!

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  6. Aw really really nice :-)
    What a cute kid!

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  7. Aw really really nice :-)
    What a cute kid!

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  8. A portrait well-done!! I am glad that she does go to school...cute kid!

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  9. Rihana looks very pretty. It's so nice Preeti that you find time to sing rhymes and tell other things to her. The portrait is also very good.

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