Emily Dickinson wrote, “Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul / And sings the tune without words / And never stops at all.” Hope is a beautiful and precious creature that I nurture and protect with all my strength. I am hopeful — about everything — even on the bleakest days (and at the risk of being called dreamy, idealistic, unrealistic, utopian). Without it, what would be the point of getting out of bed in the morning?
— heidi kalyani, 2016
from the *nothing is black and white* project: illustration created out of meditation with a single unbroken line