I wonder if Jackson Pollock had these parental misconceptions too.
Something similar happened to me once. I was working in a department store and I saw what I thought were huge drops of blood on the floor. I panicked, thinking that a customer in the store was bleeding all over the place, but when I followed the drops, I found that someone had spilled a bright red slushy and didn’t even bother tell us so we could get it cleaned up.
Dad survives again! That was rather frightening, but this time Lio’s behavior was entirely innocent (or insofar as art can be)….
Keep that up with your father you’ll end up being an orphan, Lio.
Where did he GET that red paint, though?
Did Lio’s Dad think the “blood” was Lio’s—or somebody else’s?!
You just never know these days.