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Unveil my creation - "3 beautiful ladies"

3 beautiful ladies - A concept that I chose to start my glass painting hobby. In a day where beauty is given such high an importance the thought of throwing this idea on the glass was my aim.

"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams." ~ Ashley Smith

I craved for happiness and here is what I saw after an hour of splashing colors.



This is the one I'd cherish for my lifetime.


Happy Deepavali friends. Be safe!

Comments

My God Ashwini you are getting really goood mashALLAH..been seeing your pieces , tho couldnt leave any comment..and this one is THE best ! loved it really:-)
Insignia said…
Hey you are on a roll lady! Not able to catch up with your creations :) Good ones. How long do you take to finish one painting?
Thats so colorful and nice. I would love to learn painting some day..
@Mishi: This is one of my favourites too.. Thanks for the continuous encouragement .. hope to do more and more.

@Insignia: Hmmm... Rock and roll this festive season. One painting with minute details to make would not take more than 3 hours. And for the complete drying it would take another 3 hours. And framing -I depend on the shop nearby. He usually finishes one in about 15 minutes. Thats a total of around 6.5 hours.. Yeppie full details available.:)

@Sujatha: That message conveyed it all. Thank you so much.

@Pria: Firstly welcome to "Unveil the other side" and next thank you for stopping by likign my work and getting inspired.
Anonymous said…
This is great work of art..I loved it..Keep heading the same way dear..GOod luck
Seema said…
Wow wonderful art piece.
Poorna said…
Love the colours you're using!
@Zradar: Thank you so much..
@Magiceye @Seema @Poorna: Thanks! Playing with colors is what I have been doing lately. So you'll witness more in a few days.

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