Lines. Some are structured, some are loose, and others are free. Through line(s) one sees all things in life. Lines can relate, divide, and oppose each other. They are the base to everything and non-things. They can show stability, strength, conflict, and sadness. They can lay peaceful like a child of jump like fire.
In order for a line to be born, to breathe on its own, it must metamorphosis into something more than just a line, a curve, a wave. It must have a sense of individuality, a personality, if you will. After this feat is accomplished, the line magically takes on a spirit. It becomes organic.
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