Ahh childhood...

I was rummaging through all my art stuff this morning and stumbled upon one of my very first paintings. It has no date, so I don't exactly know how old it is but I'm pretty sure I was between the ages of 2 and 3. My aunt Patrice, also an artist, took care of me when I was very young so my mom could go to work. I remember she would lay out a bed sheet on her kitchen floor, strip me down to nothing but a diaper, give me a canvas and some paint and let me at it. The earliest memories I have of life is spending time with my aunt, painting, making a mess, swinging in a laundry basket in her back yard, and for some reason I remember eating a penny....
Good times. Well, here is one of those paintings. I'm pretty sure I still sign my name like this.