Ohh how beautiful we all are, with drawing our own body. The very intimacy of our hands drawing so naturally what is in the mind as it sees everything. I stretch my hand out to touch down on the surface with no fear, no anxiety, nothing is wasted it is all as honest as I can be.
And within my hand is my heart and my head to give as it is - the lines my body makes as it's outline. The tenderness of each move, that can be erased or wiped away but the magic is in letting it stay and remain what you really wanted to say- isn't it beautiful.