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Koralye Alvarado: Sunflowers

zwecat

Published: Jan 4, 2015

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I raise from the dead to give you this... thing. Hopefully this signifies more art for the new year.

This is my OC, Koralye, who I've drawn a few times. Took me way too long to complete ~~although that's in part to my horrid attention span~~.

Sketched with pencil and paper, scanned and colored on Paint Tool SAI.

Speedpaint vid: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mSnDl…

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1590x1275px 1.55 MB

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