A blister on my wrist bursting and bleeding, driving a van in a shopping mall building, a child making cotton candy > Bonds Gallery

I am holding two sheets of paper.

But my wrist is starting to swell.

Tight blisters are forming. I feel a very intense sensation here.

One sheet of paper is graph paper with six lines per square. It is the size of drawing paper.

The other sheet is graph paper with five lines per square. It is the size of drawing paper.

I was asked to draw a picture on it.

It is S. S asked me to draw a picture.

S is the type who does no work and only acts selfishly.

I have blisters on my wrists the size of my fingers.

Blisters have formed on both wrists. The blisters are rising up tightly, just like being burned by something hot.

I speak to S.

"- I live my life the way I want."

"- Who are you to tell me what to do?"

I speak strongly to S. I protest.

I pour out all the grievances inside my heart.

Then, the blister turns pitch black and bursts.

Blood comes out. But... the blood flows out thick and gooey.

Like thick glue, the blood bursts from the spot and oozes out.

..

A woman says.

"The two reported car accidents have been processed by insurance."

I ask. "Then when will the remaining one be processed?"

The remaining one is a bigger case than the two.

..

It is a slightly larger van-truck. It is reversing.

However, someone else is sitting in the driver's seat... so the seat position is uncomfortable.

I stomp on the brakes with all my might.

Cars going in reverse don't stop easily, so I press down hard with both feet again. At this point,

it should stop without hitting the wall behind it.

I am inside a large building. It looks like a shopping mall.

I am looking for a place to park my van.

If I go up to the rooftop of the building visible ahead and then come back down, I see a slightly wider parking spot.

I follow the sedan ahead of me up to the rooftop.

Ah, but I am driving from inside another car, yet I am watching the car move from a different perspective.

I am watching my car move on the monitor from a front-facing view. And while doing so, I am driving.

Come to think of it, I am driving up in reverse.

I decide to change direction now and drive forward.

..

A boy comes holding a square wooden board.

It is a cotton candy machine.

He tries to stick a hard candy onto a wooden stick.

It doesn't work well, so he tries several times.

Should I help? While I am thinking this, the boy sticks the hard candy onto the stick, puts it into the machine, and spins it.

Red cotton candy is formed, resembling a spiderweb or a cloud.

Soon, red cotton candy shaped like a hard candy begins to form.