AUDACIOUS ART (Sunflower Series): 1 Sunflower by Serena Piccoli

   (The Audacious Art Sunflower Series will be an ongoing art feature to express solidarity with the Ukraine. Submit your sunflowers via the usual guidelines!)





-Serena Piccoli 

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