This is what’s on my desk at the moment. I tried to capture the shine and shimmer of these wings. I’m still deciding if I want to do more to them or leave them as they are. I’ve got nine vials of glitter on my desk – just waiting for me to make up my mind.
Maybe I’ll sleep on it. The decision, not the wings.
Until later,
Sebastian, tell your Mum to not sleep on those precious wings. They crush so easily and the who ever they are for, won't be able to fly. Granny thinks they are beeeautifull.
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Oooh, shiny!
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