But, is it Art?

I smashed my finger in the back door leading to the deck while protecting something more important, a fresh glass of red wine.

The pain was intense. The blood was gushing madly. A serviette was handy but the blood-letting would not cease, regardless of how many times I daubed it on the reddening napkin.

The wine stopper was a later addition as I struggled to stop the bleeding. And I was now idling, waiting for the cessation of the blood flow.

blood1

I’m okay.

blood 3

Not too bad.

blood 2

Oh, shit!

 

 

 

 

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