This little vial, along with a few drops of anti-coagulant, is filled with blood. My blood. I needed some for a photography project I’m working on, so I got a friend of mine in the medical industry to take it from me.
Now I’ve both figuratively and literally bled for my work.
I once met a person online who said that he had created a piece of art that no one could know about but a select few. I asked why and pried bits of info out and after he realized I was a serious listener, he said he’d used a rather large patch of his own skin in the work. After a long philosophical and ethical and moral discussion which ended up in religion, I told him I was part of a faith (at that time) that did not believe in using standard medicine. It amused me much that at that point, he decided I was the crazy one, and our conversation was pretty much over.
I know you’ll do something intriguing. And non-vampiric.
Got to love blood. It’s in my…blood? 
No really…love all things bloody. After all, I work on it.
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