It seems that whenever I set out to illustrate how my pain feels, I draw sharp angular lines.
Although I keep a ton of art supplies close by—literally in piles next to me on my sofa—, I tend to reach for my pencil and ruler and start mapping out lines.
Sometimes I’m lucky enough to spend time in the middle of nature doing one of my favourite things.
I love drawing lines. I’ve shared many posts where I talk about the meditative quality of opening a clean page in my sketchbook and simply drawing lines. I can get lost for hours as I fill a page with line drawings and doodles.
My experience tells me that although we may fight similar battles, no two women are exactly the same.
