In case you were wondering, on this Wednesday morning...
That boy is still drawing (and now painting) Bigfoot. True love never dies.
And this boy?
Still drawing birds. True love...(you guessed it)...never dies.
The other boy?
Could be painting turtles, could be painting Mrs. Mole in her hole, or could be painting... a meerkat?
Yes, a meerkat. To hang on his gallery wall by his bed.
His idea. His splendid idea.
What? It's 2:00?! No wonder we're so hungry!
:: Our artists-in-residence ::
:: drawn by the seven-year-old boy ::
Rotary Wing In My Head - 1
Rotary Wing In My Head - 2
by the nine-year-old boy
Skimming the Waves
by the seven-year-old boy
Under Sail
by the five-year-old boy
by the seven-year-old boy
I think I'd title this one Thought Processes.
While I was busy hunting through my photos, looking for that one up there, I came across these down here, which I realized I had totally forgotten to show you last month!
by the seven-year-old boy
Handmade cards from our guys, filled with their own drawings and inscriptions, to unknown (to them) soldiers fighting in Iraq.
by the five-year-old boy
With focus, purpose, and solidarity they sat, thinking, drawing, writing.
by the nine-year-old boy
And to the soldiers who received these cards: Three little boys are with you all the way.
Random. I should have said random instead of weekly, because already a week has gone by without a single post of boy sketches. Narry a one.
Kinda reminds me of the newspaper in my hometown, the Daily Interlake. It was a nice paper and all, but there was just one problem, it wasn't daily. Maybe they wanted to have room to grow into their name, I don't know.
What I do know is that I want to mean what I say about what you can expect around here, so I hereby change what I said in that former post, and now offer you random boy art.
I can do random. Random fits into my life much better.
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Dinosaurs have always been a favorite subject to draw amongst the artists-in-residence here. And so, with no further adieu, I give you this,
Carnataur, a Series
Exhibit #1
My First Dino
by the four-year-old boy (drawn in a step-by-step lesson taught by his older brother)
Exhibit #2
Mean, Hungry Big Guy Chasing Scared, Slobbering Little Guy
by the six-year-old boy. (I feel a strange connection with the Little Guy up there. Hmm.)
Exhibit #3
Big Claw
by the nine-year-old boy (using a broad application of artistic license with those claws!)
Until next time, my friends, you might want to keep an eye over your shoulder, like I do.
Carnataurs are everywhere.
