How could I have a February post without hearts? I wouldn’t. Valentine’s Day has its adorers and haters alike, of course. But for the sake of love, hearts and cupid darts, let’s just share the love for now. I went through an obsessive heart phase, you have no clue. I had hearts everywhere. Not only did I create and wear heart jewelry, I modified clothing articles to contain hearts as centerpieces, I created mixed media with heart images, icons and text on more hearts, I painted, doodled heart mandalas, baked heart cakes & cookies, and collected heart everything from heart coffee mugs to vintage glass cabochons. I found hearts everywhere and took pictures of heart shaped things in nature, my house, the streets. I began to see more and more hearts, without even looking. I found heart pebbles in my creek and seashells on the beach. I even began to notice other people caught up in the same trend of recognizing hearts. There was a sense of universal love becoming apparent on many levels and the heart theme was everywhere with a blatant presence upon the surface. I liked the obvious hearts, but also the organic and elusive ones…
It may sound somewhat silly to be engulfed in the heart mania; perhaps some of it was a bit excessive. But considering the meaning behind hearts, it shouldn’t seem that bad, really. It was nothing but Love.
I revisited some of my previous heart designs through Sundust’s history and would like to share this revisiting as an archival memory. One of my first heart pieces was a mixed media experiment. I loved the experimental process, the freedom, the rebellion, the outlet in mixed media. Mix whatever elicits desire into a combinatory design that fulfills one’s experimental urge for the moment. There were next to no boundaries operating under a concept titled “mixed media” and I needed something to do with all the hearts. And since I could categorize it somewhat, it wasn’t totally lost. A particular mixed media piece I felt appropriate for availability in my shop, and was promptly taken, was the dusty locked up heart. Another is the vintage ephemera heart ring. A mixed metal collage of hearts I suitably titled “The Heart Collector” was promptly claimed by an admirer.
No mistake, I was obsessed not only with generic heart shapes and otherworldly hearts, but anatomical structuring, biological functioning, earthly, emotive, expressive, ephemeral notions of the heart as a matter. And I also composed a few simple heart pieces, some rustic, some vintage, some not as organic. There is beauty in the complex and there is beauty in the mundane, if one is but willing to find it. And I eventually found other outlets besides heart collecting. Much love. Beyond Valentines.