11 April 2012

My Monkey the Artist

This is The Monkey.
Today, he told me he wants to be an artist.

Oh boy.

And it begins.

He was with me today in the studio, drawing mostly.
Drawing for hours.
He said he was making a road at sunset.

And he did.

Across four pieces of printer paper which he glued together,
(and glued to my workbench)
he Crayola'd his little heart out.

I know every mother thinks her kid is a wonder.
It's part of the bond.
But come on.
He's four.
He's a creative mastermind.

And a spelling genius.

He could design fonts.
A fontist.
A fontiscist.
A fontifier.
Whatever you call those people.

He's moody like an artist.
All brooding and quiet one moment,
cracking comments and grins the next.
Scary clever.

I looked at his hands.
Smeared with pigment.

Definitely artist hands.

Look at him.
He has no idea what he's becoming.

Look out, World.
Here comes The Monkey.


  1. Jess he is just PERFECT.

  2. Terrific! I have one of those at home as well. She is 14 and has been an artist from day one. When people see her drawing they ask her if she wants to be an artist when she grows up. She says, " I already am."


  3. Cereal!! Is it YOU?! Ah! My love, I so want to see you and the handsome Stan. I hope all is well. Thank you for stopping by! Cheerio . . . wink, wink.

    Ann, thank you. :) Good for her, answering that way. A girl after my heart.

  4. Awww, sweet boy! I'm not even a tad bit surprised :). <3 his heart and soul. He's one of a kind and I love it!

  5. What a talent. He obviously has it in him, bless his little soul. I'm quite impressed. I hope you're going to frame that masterpiece.

  6. Ok. OK! You totally win - that was the freaking GREATEST post I've seen all day. You slip a drawing pencil under that boy's pillow for me, ok?