Once the Boy got hung up on a branch coming down out of the tree, and I rushed out with scissors intent on cutting his shirt to free him. He came down quite suddenly, falling into me, and there was blood everywhere as one of us had been stabbed by the scissors. I thought it was him hurt, and was all horror - but realized that no, it was me, bleeding from my arm! We laughed like cats at that later.
|Pigma pen and watercolor in 8x6 'gamma' sketchbook|