As I press my face into your shoulder, I can still smell the woodsmoke in your hair. If I close my eyes, the warm light of the fire on your face reappears, shifting, hiding, illuminating, teaching me about sides of you I didn’t know before. I see pains that had been invisible, disappointments and rejections that ride in your heart and reveal themselves in your eyes. I see a simmering confidence, steady, quiet, patient, just waiting for enough heat to burst out of its usual state of reserve. I see a reverence for beauty, for silence, for *being* rather than *doing* that matches my own. I see a human I’d like to escape into the woods with more often!
— heidi kalyani, 2016
from the *nothing is black and white* project: illustration created out of meditation with a single unbroken line