On the edge of a snow-blanketed hill, two figures stood hand in hand, their breath mingling with the frosty air. Ahead, the village glowed warmly, its steepled rooftops blanketed in soft white. Above, fireworks painted the night sky with vibrant bursts of gold and crimson, each explosion echoing...
Winter Whimsy Collection by Lynne Anzelc and Cheryl Budden
https://www.oscraps.com/shop/winter-whimsy-digital-art-collection-lynne-anzelc.html
Also available as individual kits and all are in Craft Artist format if required
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Winter Whimsy Collection by Lynne Anzelc and Cheryl Budden
https://www.oscraps.com/shop/winter-whimsy-digital-art-collection-lynne-anzelc.html
Also available as individual kits and all are in Craft Artist format if required
In the heart of an enchanted winter forest, where snowflakes shimmered like stars and golden leaves whispered forgotten songs, she found solace beside her guardian. Draped in a coat of celestial patterns, the bear exuded a quiet strength, its presence a shield against the icy winds. As she...
In a world where winter’s magic held its breath, two siblings perched on a colossal book, its gilded pages glinting faintly under the pale, snowy light. The frostbitten tree behind them mirrored their solemn thoughts, its branches adorned with tiny frozen orbs that seemed to pulse with stories...
Winter Whimsy Collection by Lynne Anzelc and Cheryl Budden
https://www.oscraps.com/shop/winter-whimsy-digital-art-collection-lynne-anzelc.html
Also available as individual kits and all are in Craft Artist format if required
Winter Whimsy Collection by Lynne Anzelc and Cheryl Budden
https://www.oscraps.com/shop/winter-whimsy-digital-art-collection-lynne-anzelc.html
Also available as individual kits and all are in Craft Artist format if required
Pain can feel like sharp, icy shards piercing through the body and soul, leaving no part untouched. Shards of Pain, the spikes of ice emerging from the woman’s back capture the raw, physical torment that seems impossible to escape. The tear rolling down her face speaks of a deeper, emotional...
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