I stupidly gave myself a blister.
I’m even more annoyed because I got it while doing something I knew was going to hurt after a while – smearing pastels on charcoal paper. I should have used a tiny piece of paper to protect my finger, but my sister is mocking up ideas for a logo for her company and charcoal paper with its bit of texture is what I grabbed – and we talked on the phone while I spent unplanned minutes drawing and shading endless trees in various mediums.
Occasionally being supportive is not for the faint of heart – nor the tender of skin.
seen on fresh faces
greenly shining living flame
a lovely leaf-light