Day 59

Chiaroscuro: In art, whether it is drawn, painted, photographed - even in words - extreme contrasts of light and dark...

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© Diana Shay Diehl

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Cynthia King said…
I am partial to B&W and love the clouds.
March 06, 2012
Diana said…
Thank you Cindy. I'm thinking of a show of just BW extreme contrasts but transferred (not printed) to canvas with emulsions painted to give texture. If only days were 40 hours long...
March 06, 2012
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