In recent times I’ve been posting my two-year-old daughter’s artistic endeavours on my blog on a Thursday. But this week I’ve switched to Wednesday. This is partly because today is the last day of September and while I still have six more pieces from ‘The September Sessions’ (which, for the uninitiated, is a series of nine drawings that my toddler produced primarily over a weekend at the start of September, while she was feeling a bit under the weather and I couldn’t take her to the park for fear of inducing mass hysteria in a currently, understandably, germophobic public), I thought it might be nice to squeeze one more into the month after which they are named.
Also, of late I’ve been tending to use the first day any given month to write a kind of ‘state of the blog’ post, in which I focus on the meaningless stats that claim to tell me whether or not my blog is popular. I may or may not do this again tomorrow. I don’t know; as I write this I haven’t written that post yet, although by the time you read this, I may well have written tomorrow’s effort, as I always like to be a few days ahead with my blog posts where possible.
It’s Saturday afternoon as I write this and Little Proclaims and I have had a very active morning. I mean, we went to the park, fed the ducks and she went on the swings, which is what we do every Saturday, but this morning we went to a different park to the one we normally go to. She went on a different swing and we probably fed different ducks. Although one duck looks pretty much the same as any other as far I’m concerned.
She is currently napping as I write this, but she is due to wake up soon. She’s normally cranky after a nap but a little run around our overgrown garden normally perks her up. I might have a can of beer. And then we’ll have our usual Saturday night meal of pizza. This is a typical weekend at Proclaims Towers and frankly I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Anyway, back to the art. Which is this:
James Proclaims! 
Simple, erudite, almost poetic. I am constantly amazed not just by the simple, poetic feeling expressed in this art, but also by the constant evolution of standards which the artist introduces into her work. The elegant lines and eye-catching colors transport the viewer into a realm almost untouched by human imagination: the delicate line between childhood and maturity, hope and oblivion. We gaze in awestruck wonder as Proclaims delicately threads the needle between these two extremes, and not for a second are we disappointed by the results.
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She rarely disappoints
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Did she meet Dougal on the Magic Roundabout at the new park? With a squirrel?
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There are often squirrels but they tend to be quite afraid of Little Proclaims
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She’s been watching too many TV clips of the esteemed POTUS signing Presidential decrees!
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Peter! This is priceless. LOL The fact that the man only uses a sharpie to sign is what blows my mind. As I write this, I’m waiting to see him exit the WH and go to the helicopter that will take him to Walter Reed.
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To be fair, one would be too many
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I’m a little concerned when she covered all the colors in black. But hey if she assassinates you in your sleep you won’t know
Keep laughing
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That’s why we keep her in a cage.
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I think we’ll all feel sad at the end of The September Sessions. Yes, there can be the October Sessions, but I already miss the alliteration. The October Occasions? That just doesn’t cut it. Oh well. (Friday night is pizza night in this house.)
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There may well be October Oeuvres, but at this rate, we won’t see them until January
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