Doodle of a fairy tale characterdigital
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Doodle of a fairy tale character
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Rowlanddigital
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Rowland
digital

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Pelvisacrylic
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Pelvis
acrylic

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Sketch of studiopen
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Sketch of studio
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Pelvis in sketchbookacrylic
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Pelvis in sketchbook
acrylic

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Nude #4pen
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Nude #4
pen

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"Punk with cat"Pencil
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"Punk with cat"
Pencil

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Sometimes, you just need a chameleon. 
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Sometimes, you just need a chameleon. 

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"She gave me lip, so I wanted to staple things to it." Acrylic
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This is a portrait of my friend Meli and her cat FeFe. It’s based on the works of Frida Kahlo, Meli’s favorite artist. She was ranting about her job while I was doing the preliminary sketches. The title is a direct quote from that conversation. 

"She gave me lip, so I wanted to staple things to it." 
Acrylic

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This is a portrait of my friend Meli and her cat FeFe. It’s based on the works of Frida Kahlo, Meli’s favorite artist. She was ranting about her job while I was doing the preliminary sketches. The title is a direct quote from that conversation. 

"Carnal Apple Illuminated Text"Pen
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It’s the poem Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon by Pablo Neruda
"Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?What primal night does Man touch with his senses?Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:Love is a war of lightning,and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,and a genital fire, transformed by delight,slips through the narrow channels of bloodto precipitate a nocturnal carnation,to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.” 

"Carnal Apple Illuminated Text"
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It’s the poem Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon by Pablo Neruda

"Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.”