25 Friday May 2012
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Here is a pencil outline that I managed to pull together today. I’m going to try and colour it in with pastels but I thought I’d put this first attempt up for you all to see. I haven’t drawn in ages so I apologies for the quality, I never claim to be someone who can draw, I’m a writer primarily but I do enjoy art.
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