It was a draft, and now it is done.
Text on the canvas that can be read between the lines of the newspaper:
Pumping, pumping and pumping, on and on the beat goes on. In and out, up and down, blood flows through my veins. The thick and warm liquid runs from head to toe.
My heart is big and strong. It is the reliable engine that keeps me going. My body is a temple and I am its god.
I run fast, I swim far and I jump high. I am a remarkable tool, I am a useful device. I am a perfect human being. I can work for hours: I am a relentless corporate asset. I am a productive employee and I look forward to spending my life supporting my corpooration, my industry and the economy. I will dedicate my life to add my humble stone to that great edifice. It is worth it, as I feel better now. Life is easy and obvious. Questions and doubts have abandoned me. My heart has dried out of sorrow, sadness, pity, excitement, joy, love and understanding… My heart is ****
Funny how you are in your heart period. Secont art piece with one…