On why I only draw hands and eyes. On why I can only draw things in pieces.

In drawing hands and eyes I find my peace, my struggle and my research. I choose the piece that interests me, the one that tells me a story. That only one that matters. We are so full of things that don't matter, that don't mean anything. But hands, and eyes. You can tell a lot of a person by his hands and eyes. They both carry lines that tell you a lot about how much they smile, how much they stay under the sun, if they work, if their gaze stares far away. If they can see well, if they are strong. Lots of things.

And I think that the whole thing is just too much for me to read a story. I need to separate it in paragraphs, lines, single words. In pieces.

In my Island, they used to say that the sailors wives' eyes always ended up turning grey for how long they stared at the horizon from the shores, looking for a ship coming back, waiting for the sea to give them back their beloved ones.

I have always been that kind of girl that needs to focus on the little things, the little obsessions -I'm not obsessive, actually, and I can be sloppy, I have to say, but still - you know, when you're studying and the only thing that really catches your attention on whole page is the footer? That's me. Fun thing is, it can even look fancy. I ended up being the girl that knew all those fancy things -a friend of mine calls me "a spicy encyclopedia!- the things that end up in the footer, which might not be of crucial importance, but sometimes they make the difference. But still, if you skip a page to go straight to the footer, you will miss something. So basically, I think this is who I am. That feeling you have missed something, but at the same time, you have discovered something unique. A new point of view. A new key to look at things.

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