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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Maze. 27 x 17cm. WIP. Charcoal
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Seeking aid. charcoal. 34 x 32cm.
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Surprise Party. Oil/Canvas. 40x50cm.
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Storm
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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A Portrait. Conte Crayon. 
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Might come back to this
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Surprise party. Study for future idea
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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This ended up a bit on the weird side. Late term Wedding
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Forgot to hit up tumblr, might colour in later
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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J. Edgar at the Polo grounds. Watercolour
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Thing on the Doorstep
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Fridolin Tries to See Her Face. WIP. Acrylic. A3.
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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How-ard recites the Bible. WIP. Charcoal/paper. 9.5x13 in.
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Pale Fire. Eyes Wide Open. WIP. 
Henceforth I began seeing more and more of my celebrated neighbor. The view from one of my windows kept providing me with first-rate entertainment, especially when I was on the wait for some tardy guest. From the second story of my house the Kubricks' living-room window remained clearly visible so long as the branches of the deciduous trees between us were still bare, and almost every evening I could see the Director's slippered foot gently rocking. One inferred from it that he was sitting with a book in a low chair but one never managed to glimpse more than that foot and its shadow moving up and down to the secret rhythm of mental absorption, in the concentrated lamplight. Always at the same time the brown morocco slipper would drop from the wool-socked foot which continued to oscillate, with, however, a slight slackening of pace. One knew that bedtime was closing in with all its terrors; that in a few minutes the toe would prod and worry the slipper, and then disappear with it from my golden field of vision traversed by the black bendlet of a branch.
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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work in progress. Rembering the 1907 Dublin World’s Fair. 26.5 x 14 cm. Acrylic/Paper
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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Escaping the Cannibals. Acrylic/Paper. A4
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vastrim-blog · 6 years ago
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The Cannibals Abandoned Meal. Acrylic/Paper. 7.5 x 10.2 in.
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