Stories by Request

This was a thank you for my mentor who got me through my senior year of high school.

Marit's Girls
Watercolor


Detail Lexi


Detail Kata

The following were for my Aunt, one for her and one for my Uncle.
Thank you to my cousin Travis for photographing them!


Travis and Chelsea
Watercolor


Grandpa and Travis
Watercolor

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