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Her acrylic of green, white, pink and purple she blends to create antiquity bright, red flowers in the foreground all five of them... They appeared out of the blue, flowers that bloomed in her mind of such brilliant vermilion colour, a creation of her fingers with a brush so rapidly in a rush... She does not know their origins in her grey matter, out of the palette onto the canvas, in her eyes the piece is a beauty and so do some agree... It awaits intelligent critique, maybe it needs some work; What seems most unclear is the antiquity and the bright, red flowers; Where did they come from? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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