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In Shades of Grey

Argentum-Lupae-Luna

Published: Feb 23, 2013

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Just an artistic nude I sketched for the hell of it earlier today. Not any particular character of mine, which is surprising- usually my drawings are of people I know or characters I've either read/watched about or created myself.

NOTHING TO DO WITH 50 SHADES OF GRAY! (Sorry to any fans, but I honestly don't like those books and never will, because I don't find them romantic in the least)

Pencil on copy paper.

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1277x2083px 1.02 MB

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1CrazyVegetarian

Jul 26, 2013

Wow, very beautiful!

I think you did a fabulous job with shading, and most things about her look quite natural. The way the hair falls is nice, and for some reason, I really like the curvature in her arms lol!

So yes, very fabulous job (damn people are hard to draw) and highfive ()for not liking those stupid "50 Shades" books. What a pathetic excuse for literature. xP Pretty sad those books made the top seller list along some of the best books of all time. *sigh*

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