An Artist Is Born

Behold my first work of art, produced at the tender age of 8 months. My tools were watercolors, paper and my two little hands.

Most would say I am too young to be painting...but even though I'm just a baby, I have to express myself!

I drew inspiration from Jackson Pollock, an icon of the Abstract Expressionist movement (amazing what you can learn on Google!). My hands-on, "drip and splash" style of drawing allows me to convey all my pent-up emotions.

If you look closely at my masterpiece, you can see the hunger that churns in my belly when I'm waiting for my milk... the happiness I feel when Papi throws me up in the air... the frustration I feel when I'm on my hands and knees, trying so hard to crawl but only scooting backward...

Pretty deep, huh?

Maybe I will try a sculpture next! Yay!


Here's me and my girlfriends from day care, Zoe and Victoria. We hang out and play together. As you can see, we're a multi-cultural bunch. Very 21st century!

As much fun as I had painting for the first time, it was also a sad day. Miss Tasha, who took such great care of me at day care, left because she is starting a new job somewhere else. I sure liked the way she played with me, read me books and sang to me! The new babies she is going to take care of are very lucky.

Miss you lots, Miss Tasha...I won't forget you!