Thursday, August 6, 2009
Puppy Power SALE Original ACEO by PMILLER
Here's todays special promotion. This little miniature original painting by Pam is of a superhero in making. "Puppy Power" is on sale for $15.99. For more details or if you are interested in licensing this image go to Puppy Power Original ACEO
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Medusa Original Fantasy FRAMED ACEO PMILLER
Until I have my new website for my fine art up and running. I will be featuring alot of my little miniature paintings (ACEO). This one is the mythical creature, medusa. The card comes with a little black contemporary frame and is on special for $15.99. Perfect for a small wall space say in a bathroom or little alcove.
Framed Medusa
Framed Medusa
Saturday, August 1, 2009
“The dog is a gentleman. I hope to go to his heaven, not man’s.” Mark Twain
I found the cutest little antique gold frame for this heavenly original dog ACEO. So I'm featuring "The Angel" at discount pricing AND framing it free. Woo! Hoo!
The Angel Aceo
The Angel Aceo
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wanna Cuddle? Calico Kitten ACEO by PMILLER
Wanna cuddle? I know this cute little kitten does! I did this miniature painting for a challenge in my animal loving artists group.
Wanna Cuddle
Wanna Cuddle
The Present SALE Original ACEO by PMILLER ART CARD
I did this painting because I think everyone deserves to get a dog as a present at least once in their life. This is an original ACEO and my little puppy is all wrapped up and ready to go home with you!
The Present
The Present
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Fairy Fantasy ACEO Original Painting by PMILLER
Here's a new fantasy feature ACEO of a little fairy admiring her wings. This is a favorite of mine..
"My Wings Are Growing"
Buy Original Painting Here
"My Wings Are Growing"
Buy Original Painting Here
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Morning

Early, early, the dew forming drops to tease parched earth.
Sleepy stars fading into their day beds, there to dream dreams of coal black nights and super-novas.
Little critters on the prowl, safe for the moment in this magic hour.
Tattered clouds, dripping red fingers, point to the new day while one lone bird sings to no one but me.
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