Getting Your Heart Out

Unfinished painting

There is a Margaret Atwood poem called Heart. The first three lines go like this:

Some people sell their blood. You sell your heart.

It was either that or the soul.

The hard part is getting the damn thing out.

I feel like that so often. An art piece will sit propped against the wall, sometimes for weeks until I figure out why I started it and how it needs to be finished. This one is still sitting there with all its lovely texture.

Here is the link to the full poem.


Author: patricia906

I am a mixed media artist using surface design and texture to explore the patterns and associations in our world.

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