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She captures what is seen.
Memorizing every color, line, and texture. With an eyesight so keen, like a cat in the night stalking it's prey. Starting with paper as white as clouds. Transforming it to a ray. A ray of art, so powerfully expressed. objects composed with elements defining it's shape. Lightly compressed, like air in a tube. Every technique is used, from contour lines to shading, to display the work of art. When all is finished you see the exact of what she saw, but resting on paper.
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