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Calligraphy Haiku

Extranzia

Published: Nov 24, 2012

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My project for my Calligraphy class. I had to write a haiku about the ocean then write it in my own stylized version of Italics.

Yes, this is from my instagram, since I don't want to recreate this in a better looking image. My user is @extranzia

Not submitting to any groups since I'm a tad nervous about this work as it is.

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UntamedUnwanted

Aug 11, 2013

This is so beautiful!!!

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