life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

Don't Talk Like That...

I write to find out what my heart thinks....
I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this disease, open heart surgery that was less than successful and more recently an S-ICD (internal cardiac defibrillator) implanted in my chest that will hopefully restore my heart beat in case of sudden cardiac death. I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to learn how to live a full life with heart failure, to honor my creativity, and to explore all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say
"Don't talk like that!"


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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Stripped, exposed and still.....hidden

"Careful With My Words"   Detail
Secrets…. the images will say what I am too afraid to say with my words. Yes, the work was created specifically for an exhibition, but I found in creating it that my anger and frustration emerged. Too afraid to say it out loud, but still desperately needing to be heard. 
I have a love for, no a need for texture. The work cried for pages from the book The End of Faith and buried in her chest is a copy of my latest cardiology report. Stripped, exposed and still....hidden.


"Strip Me"  Natasha Bedingfield

Every day I fight for all my future somethings , A thousand little wars I have to choose between...I could spend a lifetime earning things I don't need,...That's like chasing rainbows and coming home empty...Cause when it all boils down at the end of the day, It's what you do and say that makes you who you are...Makes you think about, think about it doesn't it,...Sometimes all it takes is one voice...And if you strip me, strip it all away, If you strip me, what would you find...If you strip me, strip it all away , I'll be alright...Take what you want steal my pride, Build me up or cut me down to size ...Shut me out but I'll just scream, I'm only one voice in a million...But you ain't taking that from me...I'm only one voice in a million.         Natasha Bedingfield

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