Quick Sketch........A bit rusty

Ok, a lot of time has passed since my youthful days of living through my pen.  In fact, I set the pen, paint and ink down around the age of 19. Somewhere at sometime I became disenchanted with art and it's ability to become anything of value until one dies, and then hopefull that someone discovers you years after your demise.
Only now at the age of 41, I am able to look at it as a type of love therapy that reboots my brain from all the "pop-ups" and "spy-ware" that infects my grey matter daily. In this world nothing is off limits, not spiritually or in art. There is no or "less than". It is all good no matter how simplistic or childlike...It is all purposed, and needs to be expressed. Everything equal and genius in it's own way....

So I spent 25 minutes or less rebooting last night with my 6yr old coloring and sketching....A cartoon of myself  of sorts.....I can see some resemblence, but I know I felt like the picture once or thrice...   Never mind.....Just laugh with me here...