There's something so beautiful about Goldfish. My last goldfish, who was named Fishy, lived till he was 13 years old. He died of a broken heart as he thought I'd abandoned him when I was taken ill. He used to squeak when he saw me, and he'd grown to well over eight inches, and so had a definite presence. We loved each other very much. He was my best friend and he could read my mind. Nobody believes me, but it's the truth I tell you. He was more gold than pure gold. I think about him nearly every day. I ran out of my local Sainsbury's supermarket crying at the sight of all the Red Snappers in their chiller cabinet once, so I asked them to stop selling them. Poor Fishy. :-(
Artwork is unframed, see a sample frame in the photos. Drawing is a regular dimension and would also fit a ready made frame and mount.
Acid Free 160 gsm Paper Paper, Various brands of Coloured Pencils