The stone heart.

Some kids, really young kids were strolling in a field.
They all put stones together while at play.
Without knowing what it was, that shape that they come to form.

The ice-cream hearts.

Seven ice cold hearts have found their balance on a cone.
Take it a step further.
Seven ice cold hearts are looking for attention.
And some humanly affection that'so rare nowdays.

The dot-brain heart.

No, don't look at pics of real brains. They look like intestines and their tubes will make you think of how complex we are. Look at this heart brain. It's the dot brain. It's pleasant to look at, it's got the shape of a heart, and a hidden little dot heart in it. Can you spot it?

The Yoko Ono heart.

Here's a question little friend: Is dedicating a picture to a poem ok?

Imagine reading a poem and creating a tiny, little picture in your mind. Then you see a drawing that has nothing to do with what you had imagined. You might want to forget about the drawing because it ruins your own little picture. Period. Or you might prefer the drawing to the picture you had in your head. Period 2.

Either way, this is what freedom is all about. Choices.

So this is what I dedicate to Yoko Ono's WALK PIECE from the Grapefruit Collection.

WALK PIECE

Stir insides of your brains with a penis
until things are mixed well.
Take a walk.

1961 winter, Yoko Ono

The brolly hearts.

The secret of the invention of the heart brolly has not yet been discovered. All we know is that, when rain starts to fall from the cloud, strange things will start to happen. So we wait.

The hidden heart.

Can you guess behind which box there hides a heart?

The broken heart.

Seven years of bad luck if you break a mirror.

Imagine what happens when you break a heart.

The graph heart.

For the hearts who don't like figures, it's delightful to roll down graphs without worrying about grades.

The junkie's heart.

On the first floor of a building lives the junkie.

On the second floor of the building lives his mother.

He is a lucky junkie, for sure, compared to others who shiver on the streets in cold winters, who have no home to run to and no mothers to feed them. The two are often the talk of the neighbourhood, especially when the junkie demands his daily money in order to go find his daily dose. Strange things happen when the mother refuses to give him what he wants.

Like this.

"I am gonna tear you apart" writes the junkie on one of the building walls.

I doubt one day he'll learn to love her again. I wonder who is going to die first.



The growing hearts.

When you are old and wrinkly and possibly a little bit fat, will your heart have a size equivalent to your age?

By the time you are old and wrinkly and possibly a little bit fat, your heart will have shrunk with the passing of time. It will have seen so much, it will have grown so grumpy with the years, you will have develloped such character peculiarities, that you'll be old enough to never see the world through the eyes of the child you once were.

And that's so sad. Because your heart will be disproportionally small to your age, I am sure.



The heart with the two faces.

Like this. 'This' is how it's always supposed to be. If, of course, we learn how to let go off small, indifferent details that never stand a chance of ruining the essence.

Drawing made by Diana.

The scarecrow heart.

There was once a scarecrow that looked like a pirate. Or the other way round.

It skipped and spoke and made funny faces that only small children could see.

Grown ups saw black. And no heart.

The roof top heart.

There is a house in every brain that has a roof top full of love. It shelters families, dreams and plenty of other stuff.

The hole heart.

How often do you see holes on paved or cobbled streets that have heart shapes? This little one here enjoys the wanderings of strangers and familiar passers-by. Instead of staying pure and clean, her hole is filled with rubbish.

The crocodile heart.

Hungry, m-angry, Croco Crook looked for food, for treats and stout.
Heart he saw so heart he bit,
Now ts too late, his lifeend's fire was lit,
No clue had he about the heart he bit,

T' belonged to a miss called Croco Brook,
the most beauti Croc in lake Manook,
Now she's dead, her heart's a drift,
lost between Crook's sharp, firm teeth.

The smoking heart.

Some mouths have heart shapes.
That's because people whose mouths are heart shaped are good people. They speak from heart.
Bad people have mouths too. But if you notice, really really closely, bad peoples' mouths dont look anything like hearts.

Just look at them upside down. They are asses under the shade.

The two-head heart.

Yes, indeed. This is exactly how Pim and Pam live. With one heart to share, how do you explain the fact that they never feel incomplete?

Maurice's hearts.

butterflies in one's stomach: a nervous feeling in one's stomach.

Maurice couldn't sleep all night.
He kept thinking about his first date.

Colours changed in the sky.
Clouds melted away towards other continents.
Mosquitoes tip-toed by his bedside.

At dawn, he made his bed, wore his flip flops and strolled down the beach.
Claudine was there, waiting under the cantine shade.
Maurice had butterflies in his stomach as each step made reality inescapable.
And then, suddenly, he froze with nervoussness. What if he could think of nothing to say to her? What if she got bored?
"Hi", she whispered.
Maurice smiled. His lips stretched, his mouth opened, his teeth showed, and behind them, a red looking substance was making its way out. Minutes before spitting it out, Maurice could feel it forming shapes that tickled his gums.
And then, ahh then, he saw. They saw all those perfectly formed hearts popping out from the spaces in between his teeth and the rest of his mouth.
There was so much more love to give in the years to come.

The Mother's Day heart.

Hey, little friend. See the big heart in the womb? Sorry, it's not you. The big heart growing in that womb is your mother. You must be so glad 'she' was born.

The Kafka heart.

1. Treat the heart in the drawing as a symbol of life itself, as our main living organ, without which, nothing would be possible.

2. You know how some of the best things said about life don't need to be long? Kafka makes simple in just three lines:

My grandfather used to say: “Life is astonishingly short. Now, in my memory, it is so compressed that I can hardly understand, for example, how a young person can decide to ride to the next village without being afraid that—apart from accidents—even the time allotted to a normal, happy life is far too short for such a journey.” Franz Kafka, 1919

The Dali Reincarnation heart.

Happy Birthday Salvador Dali. Relying only on possibility, I imagine you coming back as a cunning cat. If this insults you, I take it back.

The strawberry heart.

My little sister thinks strawberries are hearts with tiny black misery dots on them. She thinks Dora, her friend from school's eaten way too many of them and this is why Dora sits in a corner and never smiles at the sun.

The Police hearts.

No, we don't love the guys. We just don't want to look at them. Peace.

Pre-heart photo: Haris Zed.

The meal heart.

Ancient tribes used to eat hearts to gain power and hunt or raise babies. They used forks that looked nothing like the forks of today. They ate hearts like looked a lot like the hearts of today.

The toothpick heart.

This is what old kings and queens used in the Dark Ages. Apart from cleaning their teeth, kings also used heart toothpicks to kill their mistresses. When a king's mistress threatened to tell everyone about the secret affair (as well as the king's overrated skills), a toothpick dipped in poison would do wonders and cover any scandal in no time.

The Laughing, Freedom to Swinging Party heart.

Today is National Laughter Day.

Today are the National elections in Greece and France.

Titu and Tita were born with two heads and one heart. They never went swinging till today. Other children would laugh at them and make jokes about their two heads. Until the Laughing, Freedom to Swinging Party (LFSP) came along and taught them the chain reaction of laughing: If one starts laughing, chances are the laugh will spread to everyone around you. Like a chain transmitted laugh.

So they went swinging. And this is the Party their parents voted for.

The Boy's Day wheel heart - こどもの日の心

Today is Boys' Day in Japan.

Little Tomohiro chose this car out of millions of toy cars at the local Car and Wheels event.

This one, he said, was the only car that just wouldn't roll! So he drags it along by pulling the string and hopes that one day no car wheels will roll and no black clouds will cover the roof of his detached house.

The Green Day hearts - みどりの日の心

Today is Green Day in Japan.

For the first time in Green Day history, trees all over the country are exposing their roots today, to show everyone what roots really look like! Children seem more excited than grown ups with this honest and spontaneous tree event.

At the same time, hilosophical, ethical and existentialist discussions are stirring in grown up circles analysing the meaning of such a statement. Why now? grown ups ponder.

Children, on the other hand, are staring at the roots with mouth-gaping curiosity. They compare heart sizes and colour variations of red. They wish it was Green Day every day.

The heel hearts.

I see you at the bus stop on Unthank Road on my way to work. You are always there, wearing eye-catching heart heels. Many buses come but you never get on any of them. What are you waiting for? I hope we speak one day.  This is Tim. The guy with the vintage briefcase.

The slippers hearts.

Purple.
Hearts.
Purple hearts.
A writer once wrote that purple is the colour of the human soul.

The Nafplion Prickly Pear heart.

When Mary and Thanos first met they were high school students. There were many first times while they were together. Like eating crisps with a fanta and secretly smoking cheap Old Navy fags by the beach, then stealing oranges from house gardens and sticking their fingers in them to make the smell go away.

On their first bus trip  to Nafplion, they realised almost all prickly pear cacti had hearts on them. They decided to leave their trace too and many years later, their heart is still there and will eternally be.

Now, does it matter if they are still together?

Those were afterall, the sweetest years of life.