If I were in Mumbai…

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If I were in Mumbai…

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What a vivid image. The undulating reds moving around and up and down. I can picture the movement in my head.

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poietes

18/09/2010 at 7:15 am

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Yay! That means it works! It’s been a bit of a struggle mastering Photoshop – and while I still have a way to go, I feel like I’ve had a real breakthrough – I can use it to get the stuff in my head out on the screen and page. It is so very very satisfying. And just five years ago I would have sworn I was a word person, not a picture person. We’re still evolving!

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21/09/2010 at 8:51 am

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