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The Dying Flower. (Painting on canvas)

Sometimes hope lies in the darkness of room. sometimes tears had reason to be laughed. sometimes death presents the liveness of beauty. I m presenting a painting in which artist showed up flower going to dying. this painting is on Canvas with made of acrylic colour. And painted new artist Vyom.

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The Rehearsal

Young ballerinas practising for their gala night.

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3 faces

This is my first post

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Introducing myself.

Regards arte lovers:Here is me @dpaulinos introducing myself.I'm a self taught artist making art since childhood,nature inspiring me and learning with the pictures of the great artwork masters.Working in traditional mediuns and digital art.Thank you.

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There is no must in art because art is free.

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.

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Illustration

They are my illustrations by analog and digital. ↓Blog http://hisashisaruta.blog/

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BUYING PAINTING.

Painting is the practice of applying paint, pigment, color or other medium to a solid surface. The medium is commonly applied to the base with a brush, but other implements, such as knives, sponges, and airbrushes, can be used.

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It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.

I started painting as a hobby when I was little. I didn’t know I had any talent. I believe talent is just a pursued interest. Anybody can do what I do.

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A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.

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“Art is a line around your thoughts.” –

Every artist was first an amateur.

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Interior Design.

Interior design is the art and science of enhancing the interior of a building to achieve a healthier and more aesthetically pleasing environment for the people using the space. An interior designer is someone who plans, researches, coordinates, and manages such enhancement projects.

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Society's standards, By I. Fendler and T. du Plessis

Why do you judge me? Is it because I cover my face with paint, or because I hide my features with attire. I do so because I am ashamed, ashamed of what you'll think of me. Am I normal? You judge my weight , but you look just like me. You say I'm ugly , but your cheeks are covered with spots . I see nothing wrong with you, but why do you hurt me so? I try to fit i n, but all you do is push me away. Society's standards cut deep like razorblades. I thought I was normal, but why do you tell me diffe

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