Monday, April 28, 2008

Moving head

I don’t bother to ask Xavier to stay still. There’d be a greater chance of Robin announcing that he’d had enough of sport and was going to take things easy from now on. So I sit there quietly waiting for moments that I can hold in my mind’s eye and scribble down on the paper. As you can see my mind’s eye seems to think I have four different five year old sons.
Brushpen in sketchbook


Blogger Tami said...

You stay pretty consistant with all of their features (every one in your family) so I'm not reading it like four different five year olds.

Glad Robin is ok. Pretty nerve wracking just the same.

4/29/2008 5:48 AM  
Blogger Alison said...

They all look the same child to me. Yes, biking isn't really healthy - along the way, one inevitably ends up on the ground.

4/30/2008 10:47 AM  
Blogger Katherine Tyrrell said...

You're just reflecting his imagination - in which he is at least four different people each day! ;)

4/30/2008 12:32 PM  

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