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Starry Night

dyslexic-nesquik

Published: Aug 28, 2012

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Black and White version of Van Gogh's Starry Night. White Charcoal on black paper. I used this to later, make my Van Gogh prints.

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3504x2552px 5.6 MB

Make

Canon

Model

MG2100 series

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Ebongrave

Aug 28, 2012

looks really really cool!!!

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