Paintings by Hazel Woodward -- NEW Wheel and Skull(mixed media, 500 x 300mm) -- Huge heart(oils, 1.5m x 1.2m) -- anguished(oils, 1.5m x 1.2m) -- Epilepsy Pieta(mixed media, 900mm x 600mm) -- For Charles(oils, 1.5m x 1.2m) -- Leonard's Nancy(oils, 1,2m x 900m) -- Muses...
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