Self animation

I start with a pencil sketch. 

Curve drawn over curve; a seemingly perfect circle appears. 

It is becoming clearer. 

I do not have an eraser. I keep drawing line over line; darker here, lighter there; 

some shapes are shaded, some remain empty. Errors are 

lost amongst bolder lines redrawn. 

This is how I make myself. 

I will continue drawing tomorrow, flipping back to 

yesterday for reference. No two days are the same, but 

together they animate me. I become a whole picture 

of living motion; a magical organism that moves through life. 

Always changing, growing, becoming. 

--

"A dream is a wish your heart makes."

Here's to dreams of animated mice and magical nannies. Here's to making mistakes and learning; always changing and adapting. Like the poem says, this is how I make myself. One line at a time.

Bss, 

Marybeth