My briefing, 2018
I was bitten during a lesson.
A student stood up, runned across the room between the drawing boards, my back to the class room, held me by the waist and bit me from behind, close to the shoulder. And she ran away.
At home, my wife asked what was that on my back. I looked in the mirror and there was the mark of the bite.
I made a gesture of who I was going to answer, but gave up. It wouldn't help.
I went into the studio and started the Scar series by cutting squares into sheets previously painted with gouache. Leaves wich I used for many other things.