Hands by Kepsibel , This is the Happy New Year card for this year and formed part of the work from Kepsi's graduate show at RMIT and now at All the Very Best Art Gallery in Abbottsford in Melbourne.

I've included it in this blog as Kepsi is now an honours graduate and tripping out alone in her own style. 





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