A child draws the outline of a body. She draws what she can, but it is white all through, she cannot fill in what she knows is there. Within the unsupported line, she knows that life is missing; she has cut one background from another. Like a child, she turns to her mother. And you draw the heart against the emptiness she has created.
Added: 9 Jan 2002 | Last Read: 19 Nov 2008 12:26 PM | Viewed: 3049 times
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