Early on in the drawing class this morning the teacher brought out some pictures the group had been working with the day before.  They were medical diagrams of intestines.  I didn’t want to look at them.  I didn’t feel good.  I had a bad taste in my mouth.

In the break, when everyone else grabbed coffee and biscuits and talked about what they’d been doing, I sat down and did the drawing on the right.  It was big and it was fast.  I didn’t like looking at it.

The picture didn’t look right.  It wasn’t how I remembered it happening.  For a start, the only thing that had screamed had been the cable right before it broke.  Second, when I think about it, I wasn’t even looking when he fell.  I remember him being all crumpled up in the stupid yellow coveralls they gave us, the angles being wrong but the blood all dark and mixed up in the other wet and mess.  (more…)