Painting: The Volcano


I had an idea that I could draw a volcano because there is lots of volcanoes in Nicaragua and I like volcanoes because they have fire and ,I like fire because its red and ,I like red because it's the color of my hair. So when I thought of the volcano here I tried to paint it and here are my results

Poem: The fish with his dish

One day, there was a fish.

The fish, he made a wish.

Painting: The Fire!

One day I thought I would do some art when I saw some smoke coming out of a car and I thought... a fire, I could draw a Fire!! When I got to the paints I got to work and even though it only took about two minutes, it was worth it. I got up and left it to dry and when it was done this is what it looked like.

Story: My real flying saucer

One day I was reading a book about an alien. It was a very funny book. The first page had a picture of the alien's flying saucer . I thought that the picture looked a lot like my toy flying saucer that a bought in London. When I finished the book I went into my room and to play with my toy flying saucer. My flying saucer is yellow and orange, and it can actually fly. It uses a propellor and a remote control, and you have to be careful with it outside, because it can go really high, even over the fence.

Image: Zigzag something


I thought I would do some stuff on gimp and ended up with this thing that looked a bit like a German flag, except with a little swirl to it , I got the picture finished and said "there!!"

Poem: The bear and his hair

One day there was a bear,

He had to cut his hair.

Blog: The "Día del Patria"


The Día del Patria is the national day of independence for Nicaragua. It is on the 14th of September. To celebrate the day, my school did dancing performances for the mums and dads. The performance was two days before the actual day of independence.

We had to do lots of preparing: making the costumes and practicing the dancing.

Image: Flaming Face


I thought I would do some art and decided to paint a fire but I had already done that so there was no point doing another. I did think for a while but I had it on I would do a....Flaming Face!!

and there it is

Poem: The man lost in his van

One day there was a man,

Driving in his van.

Drawing: Goblin




Bridget thought that I could try and copy one of Dad's drawings with pencil and color and I turned up with this

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