Monday, June 09, 2008

The Drawing Gene

I do not exaggerate when I say I don't have any visual or design skills. My talents in this area go only so far as experimenting with a larger size of Times New Roman as a header. And even my stick figure drawings are laughable (seriously: they make people LOL). So you can imagine my delight when I realised my son had inherited my partner's talents in this regard, which are not inconsiderable. Here's a drawing Joel did yesterday of the little cat Mima, now approaching her eighteenth birthday.





Long-time readers of this blog may remember the drawing he did of the radiotherapy machine, back in January last year.

And here is another self-portrait, drawn from the digitally enhanced photograph on his computer desktop:



I'm off to the picture framer's tomorrow...

3 comments:

Pavlov's Cat said...

"My talents in this area go only so far as experimenting with a larger size of Times New Roman as a header."

That made me LOL.

Lovely drawing of Mima -- he has even captured the permanent slightly-uncomfortable mien of most elderly felines. Is she really that old?

*Thinks back, counts on fingers, shakes head despairingly*

Jeffrey J Cohen said...

That self portrait is especially terrific.

My drawing skills are so small that I caught a student using her cell phone to snap a picture of a house I'd drawn on the board to illustrate a scene from a the Miller's Tale. You should see my castles.

Stephanie Trigg said...

Heh. I always think I'll be able to draw a rough map of England, but it's surprisingly hard! Especially on a black/white board.

Well, PC, Mima doesn't really look old, and isn't really arthritic yet, though she now waits at the bottom of the stairs in the morning to see if we are having breakfast in bed or downstairs... Like all tabbies and other not-overly-bred species, she's built to last.