Sunday, 7 January 2018

Lessons My Grandson Taught Me; Part 8

I think I may have found my new tattoo design, thanks to my grandson. Pretty cool, huh?

Two weeks after the recent Christmas lessons that my grandson taught me (see: "Lessons My Grandson Taught Me; Part 7"), he seemed set to teach me yet another lesson:

Apparently artists run in the family.

His first drawing for his Opa on this pad of paper was, according to my daughter, supplemented shortly after by a second edition drawing on Mom and Dad's leather couch. As it turns out, this next artistic rendition was not as well received by Mom as the first. Hmm, I wonder why? You'd think she'd be overjoyed by his obvious creativity. 😉

Still, this eleven month old's first artwork will be treasured, at least by his Opa and Nana. Not only is it now immortalized digitally on this blog, but the original has already been proudly posted on our refrigerator door, as all childhood artist rite's of passage seem to have historically dictated. May have to invest in some more fridge magnets soon, however. Still, that's a great problem to have. Bring them on, dear boy; Opa is ready.

So eat your hearts out Picasso, da Vinci, Rembrandt, Michelangelo and van Gogh; in this proud Opa's opinion, you're about to meet some stiff competition. And watch out too, Daddy; though you obviously have artistic skills, your son (and my grandson), has discovered pen and paper! We know what that means, don't we Dad?

Maybe we should start a bursary fund for art school. Hmm.

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