The Sum of Simple Things

"My mom’s hands danced softly over the widths and lengths of the paper, slowly forming something greater than the sum of the lines it made. Out of shadows and highlights grew a torso and limbs, grew volume, appeared an expression and an image. Out of nothing came a tangible illustration; by the simple brush of a hand a new concept and world evolved. The lines themselves were meaningless and a thousand times outweighed by the sublimity of their relationship to each other, which little by little became art on the easel."