Working Away With Jack

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Hello, just to let you know I haven't disappeared. I am merely trying to make ends meet and still being creative. I've been working mostly on the Jack project as their company artist, and all my new art work for the show including making the programme!


Here's just a preview, but if you like what you see go here: www.sophielowden.blogspot.com

You will certianlly see some writing here soon!



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