The Red Threshold knows what it means to rise.
This heart was not always on fire in a good way. The original piece had a knife through the center — the specific weight of betrayal, a heart in a dark place. That was real.
But then came the inner work. The slow, day by day crawl back toward the light.
The Sacred Heart emerges from her flaming arch throne — wounds sealed, no trace of what tried to take her out. Just the flame, so alive it's bleeding into the arch around her. She still has tiny tears in her conscious eye. She's still sensitive. But she's here. Burning. Stronger than before.
This piece gave me hope when quitting would have made complete sense. My heart had other plans. Maybe yours does too.
Printed on durable weather-resistant vinyl.
The Red Threshold knows what it means to rise.
This heart was not always on fire in a good way. The original piece had a knife through the center — the specific weight of betrayal, a heart in a dark place. That was real.
But then came the inner work. The slow, day by day crawl back toward the light.
The Sacred Heart emerges from her flaming arch throne — wounds sealed, no trace of what tried to take her out. Just the flame, so alive it's bleeding into the arch around her. She still has tiny tears in her conscious eye. She's still sensitive. But she's here. Burning. Stronger than before.
This piece gave me hope when quitting would have made complete sense. My heart had other plans. Maybe yours does too.
Printed on durable weather-resistant vinyl.
