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LEMONed I Scream

ALma-D-C

Published: Jun 13, 2009

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Description

A school project for English class. We had to choose a song/poem in English and make one or more illustrations. Whatever we wanted.

I used hide's son "LEMONed I Scream".

Made everything with Photoshop, and it took me around 8 hours.

I used some real pictures (hide's face; miyavi's hand with an ice-cream; and some cake I found on google).

I can't remember where did I find all the brushes I used for this, but if you see your brushes here tell me and I'll give you credit for them.

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3508x4961px 11.12 MB

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