i have this small obsession.
with the human heart.
i'm not entirely sure what it is, other than the lines, that keeps me lingering. the very idea that this thing is working inside to keep me alive, and i can feel it, is eerie & whimsical, and actually quite romantic. the creative implications and strings that are woven so tightly, conceptually & design-wise, make my mind wonder and explode with curiosity on how this strange thing works, and better yet, how i can interpret it through my hands, my mediums, my words. i like to read medical books about the heart, because my heart, is making it possible for me to learn about it.... and your heart, is allowing you to read this. a strange cycle and interaction between science, emotion, and the spirit. the idea of the heart verses the science of the heart.
idea: romantic, painful, joyful, a shape, something that experiences excitement and devastation. the center of us.
science: an organ which keeps us alive, keeps our blood flowing, regulates us, at the very center of our bodies.
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, -
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
- John Keats
Ode to a Nightengale
science verses idea: think about it,