Truly there is in this world nothing so purifying as knowledge; he who is perfected in Yoga, of himself, in time, finds this within himself.
— Bhagavad Gita 4:38
Truly there is in this world nothing so purifying as knowledge; he who is perfected in Yoga, of himself, in time, finds this within himself.
— Bhagavad Gita 4:38
Clara looked down. The line for the nose was a little crooked. The smile was slightly lopsided. It was awkward . It was breathing . It was full of darkness and light and eraser marks .
Months later, Clara’s mother found her in the attic, not reading the book, but drawing on a fresh sheet of paper. She was drawing her mother—her tired eyes, the curve of her apron, the shadow under her chin. guide to the abcs of drawing
The book showed a wave, a sleeping cat, a crescent moon. "The straight line tells the truth. The curve tells the story. To draw a smile, you must feel a smile. To draw a river, you must remember a lazy afternoon." Clara thought of her mother’s back as she bent over the garden. She drew a curve. It became a shoulder. Clara looked down
The second page showed a leaf. "Before you draw the tree, watch it breathe. See how the stem curves like a tiny spine? A drawing is not a race. It is a held breath, then a release." Clara paused. She looked at her own hand, at the veins under her skin, before she drew a single, steady line for a stem. It was awkward
"No," Clara said, closing the Guide to the ABCs of Drawing for the last time. "It's not perfect. But it's true."