My hand is a forest

Entering a theatre is like entering a forest. The theatre guides us, shelters us, transforms us and heals us. In our eyes, it is that hand that draws the line, that traces the horizon where there is nothing, that fondly shakes the hand of a friend, that reaches for a branch, or that clenches and raises a fist. Except that the hand also represents the trust required to make contact and the reassurance it brings.