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posted by neilornstein at
11:26 PM
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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9 Comments:
great illustration, love the lettering. A great song too
This is just a brilliant working of the topic.
So poetic!
lovely image! very interesting concept.
That is gorgeous. I stand in awe, though not so much awe that I'm not myself inspired to incorporate more type...
Sorry about the double negative.
Perfect piece- feel from the expression, pose. and of course the colors! Fits so well with the song. (Wish Dylan still had this stuff in him or coming out of him- I guess he's had his time in the sun).
Every other entry pales in comparison to this one.
Wow. I love her body language.
I'm awed. This should be the I-FRI Pick of the Week.
it has been awhile since I have visited - amazing work (still) throughout your blog.
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