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Pics of the new pieces

Here are a few photos of my newest works. They're not very good quality because they were taken in poor lightning. I'll update them later with better pictures...






These are hanging up at Bluefoot Bar on 30th Street in North Park. Go have a drink and check out my stuff. <|3

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