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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.
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.
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!!
Taihae said…
i wanna pet it.
Old Knudsen said…
Its so cute I just want to eat it.
dive said…
Midway between the last two, Robyn; I just want to hug him.
Lovely.
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.
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.
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.

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