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Synesthi

Published: Sep 12, 2012

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Description

This is a mask I made in sixth grade in my one semester of Art. I was originally going for a dragon, but lost hope in the nose area, and so it became a fawn.

I've always been slightly disturbed by it. It "looks" at me when I'm in bed from where it hangs, and I sort of wish I gave it a mouth.

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Apple

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iPhone 3G

Aperture

F/2.8

Date Taken

Sep 11, 2012, 7:17:14 PM