There was something so delicate about my otherwise sharp pencil lines that it was just begging for a streak of something bold. This piece of paper traveled home in my suitcase from Italy (a leftover piece from the pages of Per Posta) and I've been ignoring it ever since. It's a deliciously creamy sheet of Fabriano that the red ink sits so well on top of. I think I've put it to good use.
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AuthorEmily Cucalon is an artist and entrepreneur living and working in Baltimore MD. Archives
February 2015
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