are just about the only thing coming out of my brush at the moment.
Why the hearts?
Ah, she says mysteriously,
all will be revealed next Friday, but meanwhile,
here’s an atypically simple heart
(Sally rarely does simple,
being a busy-headed creature),
a complex heart
painted while listening to my sister read her amazing work-in-progress
(yes. complexity. more typical),
another complex heart
painted while I spoke with my sister about my work-in-progress,
a mess of hearts
on paper towel,
and last but not least,
a heart layered onto sheet music.
I recall an art therapy client saying to me years ago, as she painted a heart,
‘You must see so many hearts. I bet every second client paints a heart’.
Well, yes. Well, no.
It’s more like every seventh client paints a heart.
This person suddenly felt self-conscious. She felt she was drawing a cliche. She feared she was not special, but just a cookie-cutter clone, the same as everyone else aspiring to express their fabulous fullness of being.
I’ve witnessed the creation of many a heart in my sweet, creatively nurturing space.
The thing is, every heart is different. Each one is painted, drawn, sculpted with a different energy, a different gesture. Each heart has its own stance and expression.
Each heart is precious. Each heart is unique.
Let me leave you with these artful heartful thoughts as I complete the shh hush- hush project all ready for the Big Reveal next Friday.
Do you ever find yourself painting hearts?
with love, art and soul from Sally