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Nuthurst Woodland

Nuthurst Woodland


Earlier today, I took delivery of a painting (the first I have ever bought and the second I own - the other one can be seen here).

I was going to keep it under wraps until I sort my room out (it's been tarted up and I have just moved back into it - it full of boxes that need unpacking). I couldn't resist though. I had to unwrap it and share it...

So here it is. May it be the first of many.

Nuthurst Woodland by David Grinaway, oil on canvas, 30 x 17 cm, 2009

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  1. Jason Shaw4/14/2010 9:53 pm

    I like that, looks like you could loose yourself in it for a good long while!

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  2. MadeInScotland4/14/2010 10:41 pm

    reminds me of lasagne and spinach - u know what I mean?

    Of course, taste is in the eye of the beholder.

    ahoj

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