LANGUAGE OF MY SOUL

The original of this was giant and I made it the day I broke my knee- It was destroyed (Still heartbroken). Life Lines- the language of my soul, little did the person who destroyed it know that a hidden inside was a deep message and my very own language. It was a work that respected God's hand. Life lines mimics my emotions through life as an intuitive movement and surrender to feeling which is what life is. As I have progressed. I have found that specific emotions when thought my hand will mimic a shape. I will share my language at my Exhibition in June, or maybe I might leave it up to you to find the patterns yourself and tell me what you think they say on the page...