When I was 6 or so, I made these family portraits. Tempura paint on hard board.
I was obsessed with swastikas at the time. I had no idea what they meant. I just thought they were strong. I was really into question marks and exclamtion points, too, for some reason. There are additional paintings of my mother, my two brothers and my sister, but I can't find them.
Now that I look at this one, it's a totally evil depiction. He doesn't even have red hair. I kind of had this pirate thing happening here with a bandana. I'm convinced that when you're a child, it's like you're on psychadelic drugs all the time. Obviously, I was on angel dust when I painted this.