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Farmville

The artist is a receptacle for emotions derived from anywhere: from the sky, from the earth, from a piece of paper, from a passing figure, from a spider’s web. Whether he wants it or not, man is the instrument of nature

~ Pablo Picasso

Artists derive inspiration from nature… but for a city-dweller where every inch of green is potential “real estate” for another concrete eye-sore, there will soon be no space to “stand and stare”.

So when Megan (my neice) came up with this elaborate playdough ‘farm-ville’, all I could do was stand and stare … and click!

Before you read on, I’d like to pose a challenge to you as she did to me. “Try and spot as many details as you can from the above picture”

Do not assume she is blindly inspired by virtual reality on the addictive social networking site, Facebook. With the little that her mother described about farming, combined with the knowledge in school here is her creation

The farm is divided into elaborate patches growing her favorite veggies.

And then I noticed detail… There were special attractions on the farm!

For a child who has not stepped into a farm, and may never know one, I think she deserves a round of applause!

[Click this link for an earlier work of art by Megan: The Play Dough Story]

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The Play dough story

I showed Megan,  my neice, this blog the other day… immediately she quipped, “Put my pictures also over here.”

These pictures come with a little twist… They are all play-dough (modeling clay) creations… and they come with a story too… all courtesy Megan Rose Fernandes.

(I will only take credit for the photography and a bit of post-processing! ;))

The Artist: Megan Rose Fernandes

The Artist: Megan Rose Fernandes

... at work

... at work

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was a young boy,

There was a young boy,

Who owned a tiny car…

Who owned a tiny car…

One day, he met a pretty girl,

One day, he met a pretty girl,

And gave her a beautiful gift

And gave her a beautiful gift

and they lived happily ever after in their tiny house…

and they lived happily ever after in their tiny house…

– THE END  – 

The Play dough story

The Play dough story