in the bleakest of times
art must still prevail
lest our hearts become cold
cracked from bitterness and burnout
and our soul’s fire fossilized like stone
Discovering heart shapes in nature is an especially meaningful photographic experience. I happened upon this beautiful stone on a small, serene beach cove. It was partially buried, still wet from the previous night’s high tide, and an absolute treasure to find. I’ve written before on the poetic significance of such ‘shapes’, which I believe are nature’s way of mirroring our own heart nature—reminders of the power and omnipresence of love. I present this ‘broken [he]art’ stone as a metaphor for the impact of a world without art.
words / image © 2017 Nena Black