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No More Stencils

So, I've decided that I'm not doing stencils anymore.

Well, not for along time anyway. I'll probably use them for minor things like backgrounds and little designs. But not for the subject matter.

Right now, stencils take up too much time and space. They are too hard to maintain and shelve. I was getting too many commissions to do stencils and had to take hours to make a stencil I would never use again.

So, no more stencils for awhile. Though I've never cut myself using those razor sharp blades, I'm sure my fingers are thankful.

Be,
Konstant
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