My World

For a two week old, Amy shows promise with the old paint brushes and acrylics. It is sad how one's artistic abilities remain frozen in time back when I was not much older than Amy herself. Despite that and don't exactly know why, but me and Vero decided not to 'paint the nursery' but, er, do a painting instead.
The theme (difficult to make out I guess) is fish and various sea life creatures. The idea was that Amy was in the middle (that badly crafted pale thing that looks like a ninety year old in a face pack rather than a cutsey representation of a fishily transmogrified infant, sigh) surrounded by wierd looking beings that stand for the strangeness of the world. I don't know which one is meant to be me, but Vero is the star at the top. Funnily enough, it was really enjoyable to do. I hope artistic talent has skipped a generation over me and landed on la petite.