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My Cat Tiger

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Anonymous said…
Robyn,
That is awesome! I wish my daughter would dabble with watercolor, she enjoys using just pencil right now.
2:12 PM
Scout said…
Kim, I laughed so hard at this comment, I slapped my knee because it sounds like you think one of my daughters painted this cat picture. Actually, I did. I'm in the process of posting samples of my short-lived but enjoyable attempt to teach myself water color.

Over the next week, I will dole them out one by one so as not to overwhelm anyone with my artistic expertise. Thanks, though.
2:25 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Very good Robyn - we have a good art school here in Boston if you want to take this further.

there's certianly some talent there!!
3:27 PM
Taihae said…
i wanna pet it.
5:33 PM
Old Knudsen said…
Its so cute I just want to eat it.
6:30 PM
dive said…
Midway between the last two, Robyn; I just want to hug him.
Lovely.
6:54 PM
Scout said…
I'm afraid, Old Knudsen, that eating cats in this country is forbidden. Tiger is pretty beefy, though.

Dive, one of my first little exercises. I won't be posting the hideous failures, but I thought this one would do.
7:51 AM
Anonymous said…
Robyn, I'm glad I gave you a good laugh!..Actually I have been following your blog so I know you are the artist. And a very good one at that.

My daughter has some talent and I have been trying to encourage her to add some color to her black pencil drawings.
12:02 AM
Scout said…
Kim, I wish I were able to draw and create from scratch more than I can at this point in time. Color is always nice, but remember Ansel Adams.
8:32 AM
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