@artcongnard: Finally finished this piece! Took me around 50 hours to make, but so worth it :) The format wasn’t that small, but much bigger drawings are coming this way. I’m so excited!! This work is called “The little Witch” (so original), and you’ll see it more clearly in a post soon, xoxo✨

Arthur Congnard | Illustration
Arthur Congnard | Illustration
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walaydualidad
Ms. Genie 🧞‍♀️ :
wowwwwww
2026-10-09 19:54:25
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pat.lo.raj
🐢🥾 || turtle on the run :
Love the colours 🥰
2026-10-09 14:44:03
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marrie111_
marrie :
What brand of pencil are you using?
2026-10-09 08:36:17
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pondgoose
pondgoose :
What kind of paper do you use? It somewhat reminds me of a paper I used to use but can never find anymore called BFK Rives
2026-10-09 11:14:09
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viv3nd3tta
v :
So freakin beautiful, I love this!!
2026-10-08 20:40:37
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time.os
Time :
Omg you made it look so smooth and 3 dimensional!
2026-10-09 14:22:43
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heathermcneillart
Heather McNeill Art :
the absolute FINESSE on that colouring
2026-10-09 11:46:06
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naza.riche_
naza.riche :
So beautiful
2026-10-08 17:24:58
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pocketgoob
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ooooo is so beautiful 🫪
2026-10-09 14:38:02
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urmom191919
Victoria<3 :
Wow
2026-10-09 12:40:16
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raspberrise
meko :
this is insane
2026-10-09 12:58:16
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finchhartley
Finch Hartley :
your art gives off such nostalgic warmth
2026-10-09 10:27:59
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mathjolyy
Mathilde Joly :
Really really cute 💕
2026-10-08 21:32:26
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sagsagit
♐️🟪🟣💜 :
that's amazing 😍
2026-10-08 16:43:48
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adam.madrugs
adam.madrugs :
So cool
2026-10-08 16:51:41
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mdmladybug :
Love this cutie song
2026-10-09 13:13:46
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