I'm watching a memory. It seems to come from my childhood.

At first I see myself and my cousin Scott (who's now dead). He looks about 6 or 7 years old. We are running/playing together in the grass, moving side by side, in a forward direction.

The memory seems to be captured on camera. I'm watching from an observers perspective now. Camera in hand, I'm in a place which reminds me of the front yard at my family home. The footage has already been recorded, however it seems to slide right in with the greenness of the scenery before me in the "here and now".

I know that I'm going to have to make a drawing of the scene, and find myself a little frustrated by one fact - it's not a still shot, but a moving image. It's hard to grasp the picture like this. I see Scott, running in the grass captured over a number of keyframes (with significant blurring in between), and try and isolate the main characteristics:

- he looks smaller than the grass
- excited, playful, oblivious to his surroundings, running forward to some invisible goal
- the colour of his light blonde tufts of hair, and the way it ruffles about in the wind/movement

Then I am beginning to draw the scene. It's not working out. My friend Gonzalo (who's an artist) is trying to help me, but he starts by simply letting me draw. I tell him I'll need help with proportions. Each time, I seem to draw the feet really large. I know it shouldn't be this way. My cousin is supposed to be drawn as a child.

I draw a rough straight line across the bottom of the page, and begin to draw oval-like shapes in the background to represent the trees. The grass I draw as strands. I feel a wish to draw a circle of water in the background - even though that wasn't part of the original scene - it feels like something I want to do.