Day of the Dead meets Plastic Surgery

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This piece was really fun. I had been trying to find a way to incorporate the Day of the Dead into my concentration. I’m planning on expanding on the idea and doing some more ambitious pieces (this one is actually quite small).

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And then there was a quiet murmur, in the volume of voice a child would use when forced to apologize to his sniffling foe, and it came from her throat so quick and soft that the blade almost skipped a beat and sliced into her words.

“Destroy Me …”