My failing body halts the quickness of speed and the gesture is slowed down further by the bumpy surface and form of the line. Mine is an organic exploration of time and space, the umbilical cord attached to my own history slowing disintegrating, drying up, leaving me with a hard cracked line. But it is these imperfections that make us ourselves, the histories and scars that make us unique and for me that is what makes us strong , enduring and beautiful …
