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Watercolor Landscape Painting, "Aspen Morning", by International Watercolor Artist, Donna L. Martin




This is an original watercolor landscape that I completed last year.  I just love using vibrant colors of purples and blues...makes me so happy!

The original piece is sold, but prints are available in various sizes. View more of my work at http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/1-donna-martin.html

For questions or comments, please feel free to contact me at: saltlightwatercolors@yahoo.com
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