Sunday, 21 August 2011
From our resident artist....
Evidence that we might, perhaps, have an artist on our hands.
The other day, desperate to fill a difficult hour, I dug out pens and paper and suggested that The B and The G might like to make something special for The W. This, titled A picture of Mummy, was the clear winner.
The B has always liked his artistic pursuits. Gluing is his favourite, although the dreaded cutting comes close.
He's fantastic at destroying the newspaper with his scissors, more often than not before I've had a chance to read it.
To be honest, he's not that great at drawing. He's more of a scribbler, using his pens to create chaotic pictures and then deciding what it is he's drawn, based on what he thinks it looks a little like.
He's best at space rockets, although even then, more than a little imagination tends to be required.
This, though, A picture of Mummy, this is a cut above.
Needless to say, it isn't The B's work.
No, this came from the pen of The G, not yet two-and-a-half, but putting her older brother to shame with her artistic eye and impressive command of a crayon.
This is her best effort yet, one that thrilled The W upon her return from the office.
It's little wonder.