Spyro's heart.

Spyro's heart was made with acrylic colour.

It stayed on his arm for a day. It faded away with the sun, his snorkelling dives and sea salt.

Spyros caught an octopus that day. He saw it swim under water with its tentacles moving slowly, opening up alltogether showing off the expanded membranes between the legs. It looked so free in a world of its own. It was then imprisoned, hit on the rocks, boiled on a camping pot, then grilled and eaten with olive oil.

But the octopus had grown old. Baby octopi shouldn't be caught, they say. And looking at it in a living and cooked form, I still have no clue where its heart was.