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moroccan bowl study watercolor painting with brown orange and bright turquoise blue curved stripes

Moroccan Bowl Study III

$120.00

In 1999 I took a trip to Morocco. The textures, the colors, the bustle, and the desert were constant sources of inspiration. This pattern was inspired by colorful striped bowls in the Marrakesh souk. This is one of several line paintings I made in response to the famous plein air market. 2000

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SKU: 7191 Category: Watercolor

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Moroccan Bowl Study III original watercolor painting.

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Original watercolor on watercolor paper, unframed

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The piece: 5.5 x 3 inches

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