I spend a lot of time online. I also enjoy a full life, offline. Once in a while, I scroll across something that sticks, and worms around in my offline thoughts, for longer than usual.
This image has been with me for days. I can’t shake it. I also can’t find the artist who created it. Of all the stories of the origin of the heart shape, this is the one that’s captured me.
I’m a sucker for anatomical art, first of all, and I’m still strenuously in love with my husband, 16 years into a courageous romance. On our tenth anniversary, I looked up the Chinese zodiac calendar. There was a portion that matched signs into best romantic pairings. Ours said, “Just don’t,” and we laughed and laughed. You noticed I said, “strenuously in love,” yes?
Also, those who play with astrology might understand, I am a lady Cancer and my spouse is a gentleman Virgo. Strenuous.
So, this image captured me. I have been hunting for the artist, but thus far have been unsuccessful. Nevertheless, here it is, and I love it.
I don’t need to know the definitive explanation for why we draw hearts the way we do, I just need to keep drawing them, and writing about them, and feeding mine however I can. May this sweet rendition feed yours, the way it has mine. Namaste
*If anyone has mad skills to ferret out this image’s artist, please send them my way. I want to reference the work.
