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"Unveil my creations - Oh Lady!"

I come across many sketches, paintings, art pieces when I surf the net. There are so many of them that I've placed in my stack wanting to paint them on glass. As I digged more and more, here is what I found - a pencil sketch.

Click here: Oh Lady!

It is a simple, rustic and beautiful at the same time. Loved the way Ranjana has poured in her imagination on the paper. Now I was so interested to bring some colors onto it. Seeking Ranjana's permission, I have tried a glass art of the original sketch. Let me know what you think of the painting.

For all you readers:A visit Ranjana's craft blog is a delight by itself for all art cravers.I have been a regular visitor since the first time I peeped into her blog. She is versatile, unique and yes definitely - creative to the core.

PS: A few more paintings are gonna make it to this space very soon. Keep a watch.
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Jack said…
Ashwini,

Read 2 posts. I admire your courage to for midnight venture, but then Banglore is safer than Delhi. Had smile while reading the post. I am sure Ranjana will be proud of you to have done full justice to her sketch. I had navigated to her space too. Thanks for the link, I will visit her soon.

Take care
April 6, 2012 at 10:03 PM
Rachna said…
Pretty good, Ashwini!

http://rachnaparmar.com
April 7, 2012 at 8:48 AM
Ranjana's craft blog said…
Awesome...with color it looks too good. Nice to see the sketch with colors.
April 9, 2012 at 7:45 AM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@Jack: Yeah kinda safe in Bangalore still. You should definitely visit her. I am happy that she likes the outcome.

@Rachna: Thank you so much.

@Ranjana: Hmm hope to have done justice to the sketch. Thanks again.
April 10, 2012 at 5:51 PM
Leelagovind said…
colorful and beautiful..i appreciate ranjana for helping you and you for showing full justice to that sketch..keep going!
April 11, 2012 at 3:46 PM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@LeelaGovind: Welcome to my space! Thanks for the lovely words. Sure I guess we've made good pairing here. Ranjana should be nodding her head now I guess..:)
April 12, 2012 at 1:52 PM
ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ/ Ashwini said…
@Sujatha sathya: Thank you so much.
April 16, 2012 at 8:05 PM
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