we are all heārts!
an arrow strikes me, my heārt is bleeding, I touch an artifact that was long gone, the time is before times, and the whispers of the wind pounding the story of my brushstrokes. one after another, a drop fro the sky, and all the sudden, tears from mother earth moisten the arid lands. I dive deep into earth's core and back to the meeting point of the canvas and my brush, I am transmuting myself to become a clear rock that breaking the light of the sun into the rainbows of art. I am a heārtist, a wondering soul, I came to that present, to become a whole.
a pop-heārt reproduction of
Original Size: 128cm by 238cm
Original Matirials: acrylic, wood, plaster, nylon,mirrors, metal & whool on Canvas
mined by the heārtist (320â)