Matters of the heart
I'm sitting down with a nice cup of Barrys, sometimes there's nothing like it & listening to the soft, tranquil sounds of The Cinematic Orchestra as recommended here. I'm just going over a few things, recollecting, re-evaluating.
A few years a go I did a painting of a large heart, not a nice fluffy, fuzzy pink heart, but a large bloody heart (of the organ variety that is) Anyway, why are you sharing this information you may be questioning? The thing is since doing that painting in Swansea a few years ago, the desire has never left me to do more heart paintings, and to expand on that, to develop it. I was wondering why have I not returned to doing more paintings of the heart if there was such a desire in me to continue. At the time of me doing that painting it was a very raw time, and I put a lot of myself into it. I kept it hidden for a long time not letting anyone see it, but this last year it has been hanging on our bedroom wall. There was a slight shift and I thought it would be good to put it up, reflect on it, perhaps use it to process how it may evolve as a body of work.
Although, in saying that a couple of months ago I had a minor change of heart (no pun intended) with the heart picture. Oh this sounds all so complicated! I was feeling tired and emotional and it was the last thing I wanted to look at, I just wanted it down and to put something non offensive up in its place. R convinced me to let it sit with me a while, on the wall that is. (He has a lot less rash & impulsive moments than I, of which I have many, may I add!!) I took his advice.
It's funny as prior to studying art, I was also painting hearts of the above mentioned, red, warm and fuzzy kind. They looked good, I liked them, people liked them, I even sold some! That was before...before when I thought aesthetics was the be all and end all of a piece of work.
Now I'm left with a desire to continue to explore this organ & its meaning, be it symbolic or real, but I'm unsure where to go next with it. The painting is still on the wall & it's nudging me to do something, perhaps even goading me. I can almost hear it talking to me, directing me, it won't go away, even if I take it down...hide it...give it away. Something has to be done, I'm just not exactly sure yet. I suppose, in the meantime Barrys and The Cinematic Orchestra will have to sooth my jangled nerves!
A few years a go I did a painting of a large heart, not a nice fluffy, fuzzy pink heart, but a large bloody heart (of the organ variety that is) Anyway, why are you sharing this information you may be questioning? The thing is since doing that painting in Swansea a few years ago, the desire has never left me to do more heart paintings, and to expand on that, to develop it. I was wondering why have I not returned to doing more paintings of the heart if there was such a desire in me to continue. At the time of me doing that painting it was a very raw time, and I put a lot of myself into it. I kept it hidden for a long time not letting anyone see it, but this last year it has been hanging on our bedroom wall. There was a slight shift and I thought it would be good to put it up, reflect on it, perhaps use it to process how it may evolve as a body of work.
Although, in saying that a couple of months ago I had a minor change of heart (no pun intended) with the heart picture. Oh this sounds all so complicated! I was feeling tired and emotional and it was the last thing I wanted to look at, I just wanted it down and to put something non offensive up in its place. R convinced me to let it sit with me a while, on the wall that is. (He has a lot less rash & impulsive moments than I, of which I have many, may I add!!) I took his advice.
It's funny as prior to studying art, I was also painting hearts of the above mentioned, red, warm and fuzzy kind. They looked good, I liked them, people liked them, I even sold some! That was before...before when I thought aesthetics was the be all and end all of a piece of work.
Now I'm left with a desire to continue to explore this organ & its meaning, be it symbolic or real, but I'm unsure where to go next with it. The painting is still on the wall & it's nudging me to do something, perhaps even goading me. I can almost hear it talking to me, directing me, it won't go away, even if I take it down...hide it...give it away. Something has to be done, I'm just not exactly sure yet. I suppose, in the meantime Barrys and The Cinematic Orchestra will have to sooth my jangled nerves!
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