Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Pandemic pets - meet Marshmallow and Hermione

We got guinea pigs. I never had or wanted pets and somehow one thing led to another and now we are the proud owners of two cutie-pie guinea pigs. We went from idea to adoption in just three days. Their quietly curious personalities provide so much delight and comfort for all of us that I think they are therapy animals!

Here are S1, S2 and my caricatures of them.

Sketched by the gullible one who never wanted pets but now fell in love with them anyway.



This cartoonist is the primary caregiver, you should see the excitement on the guinea pigs' voices when she feeds them

She never wanted pets and she said they would stink and poop and be a royal pain.
Now that the pets are here, she is delighted and loves to carry and pet them

We are experiencing the totally unconditional love these pets have for us. Well...not entirely unconditional, I guess. Feeding time generates the most undying affection as does petting time. In a pandemic world full of emotional and unpredictable humans and moments, these pets are giving us much needed, non-judgmental cuddle time!




Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Meet Michaelangela, Vani Goghi and Reenuaar

These names are all potential pseudonyms for my little-baby-turned-budding-artist. 

Big S started art classes this January. The irrepressibly proud parents that A and I are, we can't help feeling that our first-born is blossoming to be a fine artist. Or at least has a fine love for the art, which is what really matters.

Our second-born turned 3 months old last week and of course, I can already hear her gurgle 'art' and 'Picasso' everyday. Mind it.

Talk about eating one's 'art' out, I'm pretty confident that Michaelangelo, Van Gogh and Renoir also ate their crayons as a strategic move towards blossoming.

Here is a collection of my dear daughter's first encounters with artwork and art materials. Chalk, paint, crayons, sketch pens, pasta. To the untrained eye, these are nothing more than scribbles. To me, this is precious fine art that I will treasure forever in my own private museum. 

Check out the artist at work