This is Cheyenne's master piece. She drew it free hand. She spends almost half of her down time drawing. She has always been good but she just keeps getting better and better. I couldn't figure out where she got her artistic talent from since I can barely draw a straight line and her dad can only draw Fred Flinstone. I found out from my mom that my Uncle Chuck had tremendous artistic talent. I knew he could build a house and do so beautifully but I didn't know that he was an actual draw picture kind of artist. The things you find out after a person has passed on to the other side. I wish I could have seen some of his work. Of course I saw the houses he built and he was a true artist there. I praying Chey will keep her drawing and her interest in learning about drawing up. I am really jealous because I always wanted to be able to draw.
Then there is my son Joe. He loves to have "art" drawn on to his body. This is his latest addition to his many tat's. I sometimes wonder if he knows the meaning of the word Karma and just how real and important it is. I am glad he chose this one over the one he was going to get which was,"you hate me" written in German. Here is another example of a great artist. When he was young he could draw anything and it was truly amazing. I always prayed he would continue the work but he felt the only thing he was good enough for was comic books. I know he was better than that but even if he just settled for comic books it would be a better job choice than taxi driver. I haven't seen my boy in 4 months. I miss him. Piercings and tat's and attitude and all. I wish I could hug my boy.
This is Cheyenne's master piece. She drew it free hand. She spends almost half of her down time drawing. She has always been good but she just keeps getting better and better. I couldn't figure out where she got her artistic talent from since I can barely draw a straight line and her dad can only draw Fred Flinstone. I found out from my mom that my Uncle Chuck had tremendous artistic talent. I knew he could build a house and do so beautifully but I didn't know that he was an actual draw picture kind of artist. The things you find out after a person has passed on to the other side. I wish I could have seen some of his work. Of course I saw the houses he built and he was a true artist there. I praying Chey will keep her drawing and her interest in learning about drawing up. I am really jealous because I always wanted to be able to draw.
Then there is my son Joe. He loves to have "art" drawn on to his body. This is his latest addition to his many tat's. I sometimes wonder if he knows the meaning of the word Karma and just how real and important it is. I am glad he chose this one over the one he was going to get which was,"you hate me" written in German. Here is another example of a great artist. When he was young he could draw anything and it was truly amazing. I always prayed he would continue the work but he felt the only thing he was good enough for was comic books. I know he was better than that but even if he just settled for comic books it would be a better job choice than taxi driver. I haven't seen my boy in 4 months. I miss him. Piercings and tat's and attitude and all. I wish I could hug my boy.
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