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Wordless Wednesday no.50

Today is Wordless Wednesday

Sharing two pictures I made. (Both in less than 15 mins, both drawn 'live' )





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  1. I like them both. lucky you for being so talented. I was always struggling in art classes ;-)

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  2. Beautiful pictures :) Pawkisses for a Happy WW :) <3

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  3. They're pretty cool. I'm really digging the flip flops.

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  4. PS, that captcha with photo selections is a real pain in the butt.

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  5. In 15 minutes... Impressive. It's good to keep on learning something new all the time.

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  6. Wow! The drawings are really beautiful and the fact that you made it within 15 minutes is really commendable! Thanks for sharing!

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  7. love the pictures especially the second one

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  8. i loved the slippers...bright nd attractive....gud wrrk maam

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  9. A great writer, artist and a perfect human being. The photos i perceive depict that you are constantly on the move to explore new horizons. You are an inspiration for all madam. "Life is what you make it"

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  10. Nice drawings Maam.. Hat's off to you..

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