Cor Meum Tuum Est

My heart is yours

A new large piece in slow, methodical progress.

A beating heart

Weaving throughout my ghost series will be pale hints of anatomical references – the diagram of a heart; creeping bronchioles like ivy; the glimpse of a skeletal ribcage.

The rhythmic beating of our heart and the constant intake of breath are what keep us alive, and we do these actions automatically, without thinking. My “ghosts” would have lost these vital functions, having passed into flimsy intangibility.

Their mouths gape for the intake of breath that will not come; their ribs guard a hollow shell, devoid of a human heart.