What exactly do we mean when we say the heart is heavy? Is it our jumbled emotions that are enlarged into enormity, too complicated to lift, to bear? How do we understand the shape, the density, of sorrow?
And what about the light heart? How do we measure the change?–a heart that is nearly full enough to overflow—what space does it occupy, what is its texture?
It’s the heavy heart that is hollow. Brimming with emptiness. Weighed down by absence. The light heart grows gardens, wings.
the heart cleaves, wanders,
signifies inverse desires–
spring arrives, snowbound
I’ve accumulated quite a bit of Kick-About artwork that I haven’t given a proper post to. This heart drawing was my response to the drumming of Sandy Nelson. I also wanted to use Jane’s Oracle 2 words for the week, and the combination resulted in the accompanying haibun.
The drumming of Sandy Nelson reminded me of heartbeats which can careen wildly under different circumstances. When I looked online for images of hearts, I was attracted to the somewhat psychedelic MRI images. I wanted to work large, but even with 18 x 24 paper, I was unable to do justice to all the different elements of the heart. I made no layout, but just started drawing in the upper center with my colored pencils, a small section each day. So both the line quality and the proportions changed as I went on. Whole sections were expanded, compressed, and left out. Just like the trajectory of the drumming in my mind.
And just like our perceptions as filtered through our hearts.