Instead of cleaning up the emulsion paint that my 3yr old boy squeezed onto some card that I’d been using as a background for photos, I just stared at it through my camera.

Looking back at the quick photos I took, there’s something here that stirs my tactile instincts. The glossy viscous ooze of pastel peach makes me want to dip my fingers in it. Yet curiously, I never felt that way whilst taking these photos. Perhaps I was too distracted by my actions to give into an urge? Probably a good thing.