I recently accidentally unknowingly cut my hand. I didn’t realize it was cut as it did not hurt, so the damage was not bad. It was the blood that caught my attention. I remember being very surprised by the amount of blood so such a little nick.
I have been especially amazed by the many places I have found my blood from that wound. I must have walked around my house for quite a bit, touching, grabbing, leaning on, and just doing the stuff I do, not realizing i was leaving a blood trail behind me.
This little guy (above created completely accidentaly) was found on the edge of my washer machine.I typically like to sit on my washer machine when hanging out in my kitchen. I have to use both my hands on either side of the washer to get up on the washer to sit on it. This “print” or “impression” was made from my cut-right-hand as I was jumping up on my washer. It is a small image measuring 1" wide x 3/4" high. My bleeding-right-hand could not have been there for more than a second or two (that is a very fast drawing for me!)
I figure the (little dude sailing) has been there since Thursday. I found him about 30 minutes ago (it is now mid-Saturday afternoon).
I have always seen such things, even as a child. I would see monsters in the folds of my cloths. I would be told there were no monsters there. I would then, precisely, explain what, where, and how I saw the monsters, and those who would try to comfort me would see the monsters as well. Then together we would make the monsters go away by shaking or moving the cloths to a different type of fold and placement. I was glad when the monsters went away.
In many ways, I am now searching for those monsters, with my art. Sometimes i find them on purpose, usually they show up completely on their own, other times they come spilling out of me.
I wonder who this little-blood-man is, and where is he sailing to? Either way, he waited for his opening and escaped.
Who am I to stop him?