Her heart is not hidden behind the ribs. It's out in the open — rooted, blooming, held inside a pair of butterfly wings.
Heart Song is the anchor piece of the Green Threshold for the first spiral of The Color Pilgrimage. This is what I imagine the Black Madonna's heart looks like: a real anatomical heart, flowers growing straight out of its arteries, vines wrapping around the parts that once just struggled to pump blood and survive.
Green sits at the exact center of the visible spectrum — the color the human eye rests in longest. This piece is for anyone learning that survival and blooming were never opposites.
Printed on archival paper, framed and ready to hang. A piece for the wall of anyone doing the quiet, underground work of becoming whole.
Her heart is not hidden behind the ribs. It's out in the open — rooted, blooming, held inside a pair of butterfly wings.
Heart Song is the anchor piece of the Green Threshold for the first spiral of The Color Pilgrimage. This is what I imagine the Black Madonna's heart looks like: a real anatomical heart, flowers growing straight out of its arteries, vines wrapping around the parts that once just struggled to pump blood and survive.
Green sits at the exact center of the visible spectrum — the color the human eye rests in longest. This piece is for anyone learning that survival and blooming were never opposites.
Printed on archival paper, framed and ready to hang. A piece for the wall of anyone doing the quiet, underground work of becoming whole.
