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All of these are oil painting on canvas with the exception of the last two.  The last two are oil painting on wooden pallet.  I will be posting my paintings here as I produce them but they can also be found on my Facebook in the album titled paintings which are accessible to the public.  These particular paintings will be displayed in an art show for local artist on November 10th and 11th, 2012.

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