My only recollection of a teacher’s criticism was in primary school when it was noted that I was easily distracted. They could have said I was easily inspired and ran with that. 

I must have been around five years old and although it was dark out, it must have been summer time as I wasn't too cold. Maybe 1:00am. My mother was spurring me and my older sister on to race ahead down the street. We were all being chased by a man with a knife. My mother's drunk of a partner. So easily we could have safely raced ahead but for the tether of concern for our mother between us and this desperate situation.

Hopefully this simple little children’s illustration with its tethered rigid tension (standing ground) goes some way to convey the memory of that night. 

Back to the drunk with the knife. We did all get away safely as an approaching police van sped up to arrest him. My mother did say that on visiting him the next day at the police station, he was black and blue. So make of that what you will.
 

To let go/Width 113.84cm x Height 92.04cm res144ppi

Vincent is also hidden within this digital artwork.