Drawing is universal. As your pencil touches your paper, a direct conduit from your heart to the outer reaches of the universe is made. When you trace the gentle texture of a flower’s soft petal onto your paper, it is as if you have blown on the seeds of a dandelion with an eternal breath. The seeds have been sent. Out there, far and away, others sense what you are feeling. Nothing is ever wasted. Nothing is ever lost. Each gesture is recorded into the universal soul as you draw. Stroke your paper with reverence for each gesture is holy.
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