11x17 print
US $30.00
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Natali, I just wanted to take a moment to let you know how much I love the Queen Amidala sketches you did for me.  I thank you for accommodating me with the three sketches.  I know many wanted to be a part of this sketch op, so I know how lucky I am.  All three commissions have blown me away.  Thank you for everything.
- Ocram G.

Just wanted to say thank you for the amazing level of customer server service from everyone involved, and the brilliant artwork.
-  Justin R.

Got my new prints up on the wall, I love them so much. Thank you so very much again Natali Sanders your work never stops amazing me, you are a great and wonderful artist and friend to have in this world.
- Dustin C.
You did an amazing job on both of my commissions. The Dr. Harleen Quinzel and the Laura Vandervoort Supergirl. I think that the new Harleen print would look great displayed with the comic.
- Clay D.

Hey "No E"!! I have seen you have prints up for sale. Ship your incredible talent over to the shores of the U.K.
- Steve M.

I think your pictures are beautiful (my good friend Nene Thomas thinks you're awesome too and that's saying something). And it was nice to virtually meet you too. You're amazing and inspiring for a poor little aspiring artist such as myself. Few people colour with tradional media anymore.
-Yvonne T.

Hello Natali. I just received my Queen Amidala commissions today. All I can say is that they look phenomenal. The ability to see all the details in the background and the subtle nuances (the colors used in the eyes and the eyelashes) just make these commissions true master pieces in my collection. I hope I will be able to get a spot in your next sketch op. Once again thank you so much for your passion you showed towards doing these pieces and making them truly priceless.
-Ocram G.
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Starting in 2016 all newly produced prints will have the Authentic foil seal. This will bring more value while protecting the image from fraud.

I'm sorry, but I won't be attending many, if any, comic cons.  My schedule is too full and I feel as though the con industry is becoming over saturated.  If by chance I do attend, I will let you know here and on my fb page.

Scheduled Cons 2017: 
AZ Eventure Con. February 18th.

I am putting together a hardbound art book of all my works from comics, commissions, and original paintings.  It's already over 100 pages! A must for the avid collector.  I'll post here to let you know when it's up on
Soon I will have some shirts up to purchase and I'll have everyone on facebook vote for the one(s) they really like.

My commission list is constantly growing from demand, and I'm sorry if I have to turn anyone away. But there are many prints, limited sketch covers, or a few originals left to consider. 

A little after dropping out of college she was discovered and began to draw for comic companies as a cover artist. During   this  time,  she  was influenced from drawing others
characters, so she finally started to write. After a couple years she then solely began to take on commissions, with one or two...

In 2013 I drew, "Red Riding Hood," with airbrush, oil paint, and prismacolor pencil on Strathmore 14x17 paper.

A dark figured man just murdered, Crimson’s grandmother, and as he released his hands from her neck she dropped onto the fur bed. He then grabbed the valuables of fur and jewels when he unexpectedly heard a noise coming from outside, up the creaking wooden steps, and to the front door. Immediately, he crouched down to wait, the leather of his clothing crackled from the quick strain. But unlike the normal man, his breathing remained steady as he could  inhale the scent of wood and sat patiently focusing on the bedroom door. It was as if he could see through to the front door. Again, he was ready to kill and rob his next victim, so he listened as the footsteps entered through the entry door. 

Without knowing or having any reason to be fearful, Crimson, pushed the front door open and walked in while she called for her grandmother Moon, like she always had.

“Your granddaughter is here!” Crimson welcomed herself. “And she brought some bread to go with your stew.” She looked around, but her grandmother did not answer. She passed the pot that cooked over the fire where her grandmother would be usually sitting and stirring, but the spoon sat in the pot alone.  Her grandmothers red cloak lay over the motionless rocking chair. The windows were closed to let fresh air in. Now worried, Crimson, headed to her grandmother’s bedroom. She slowly pushed the creaking door open. When she stepped in the man was immediately enchanted by her beauty and to him, she was an angel. With his eyes he traced around her curled raven black hair and gazed upon her dark lips before he lost himself in her sea blue eyes. Then the scent of cool winter rushed away the permeating wood and he couldn't contain himself any longer. Normally he would have stayed hidden, but he couldn’t control his lured body and so he stepped out from behind the bed to greet her. Crimson immediately saw the blood that painted his clothing and quickly grabbed from inside her crimson basket a crystal. She instantly knew what he had done as he dropped the fur and jewels to the floor. Anger and pain consumed her while the crystal suddenly glowed. He was immediately paralyzed from the power emanating from her. Without a second thought she cursed the man to become a werewolf for eternity. The predator that he was he would now be a slave, cursed to the full moon. The moon was the symbol of her grandmother, a reminder to him of whose life he took. So now he would transform every full moon till he fulfilled his own redemption, but she would not tell him the path to his salvation. He had to change his own heart, willingly.

The man now fell to the floor as he looked up at Crimson as she put her grandmothers red cloak on.

She told him, “The color red, will be painful for you to look upon as it burns your eyes. Let this be a reminder of all the blood you have spilt.”

Subsequently, he began to cry out in agony from her red cloak that burned his eyes.

Crimson, without a glance of remorse for him, left her grandmothers cabin and headed through the fog as the moonlight filled with the cries of his howl. The full moon slowly rose up behind her as the sadness for her grandmother Moon, matched her wrath.

This print is reproduced on high quality 100lb Cougar, matte paper. Stunning quality and  packed into a protective archival sleeve.