House of Hearts

This heart was drawn on a dare to do something creative with a human heart in design. So it once was, 2011, that summer this was all that the artistic labors availing invested into. I ended up giving it away. - = - = - = - In the time that I designed this, it was six years ago and now almost seven. I remember being satisfied at the finished result when I drew out all that I had wanted to. What was challenged to me from the woman in the window was that I should color all of the heart and it's affixes and affairs. It would mean so much, after all, wouldn't it? Alas, it was dared upon in the beginning to draw the heart. So I colored it. The things in the drawings are all that I had from the flowers exchanged to the music - so much packed into one small space that like the bass of many songs - pumping up the jam. In the end, much of what is here is no longer near or by anymore, much of it having moved beyond this one's reach. When we were in loving each other, there was a long distance we faced which was from Whitehorse to Vancouver. She did so much to come see me yet all I could do was draw for this sake and the other - which was herself at the time. I think if there hadn't been that dare to draw, there wouldn't be this heart. For how young we were, or rather I was by contrast to life experience she had over me, there shouldn't have been the expectation of a grandiose prolonged relationship into a well and good lived life. Therefor I was by effect the younger, yet I draw today which has me wonder what still is as is known to what was. So it was, what is was, and will be. The beginning of something else. HOUSE OF HEARTS (C.2011)