Amongst the vast collection of old papers, etc, lying about here's one of my daubs from when I was about three. My mother was a very weird lady, all right. She hoarded every completely unpromising scrawl we produced and all our school test papers, etc. kvelling about our genius, yet when we both wanted to devote ourselves to the arts, she put her every effort into discouraging and thwarting us. Go figure... I was about three when I cranked this one out.
