Heartless (2)

This image jumped off the screen at me. I was looking for wallpaper for my Tablet (stupid name for such a wonderful peice of tech). dA is where I always go for wonderful images, inspiration and so much more. Having a particularly bad time at the moment I was struck by a poem upon opening up dA it's called "Stronger than Suicide" by MikkiMarie. It was just what I needed to hear/see at such a desperate time. So as I continued my perusing of dA I did it with a deeper personal mind. A few clicks later and as I said, your image jumped off the screen. It struck me in many ways and quite literally tugged at my heart. To hold a heart in your hands, be it yours or another's holds such deep and varied meanings. For this one to be sealed in a jar, even more so. Art, as so much in life is subjective and seen through the filters of your experiences. (You're probably wondering what this madwoman is raving about, I'm getting there, but it may still not be clear, or maybe it will. This is not a critique but how your picture made me feel) I wish I had someone to hold my heart, to care for it and me. I feel that mine is so shrunken now that perhaps this will never be possible, but then it bursts out in such overwhelming strength I know it is still there. I just wish I had someone to share that love with. I wish I could feel the love of another caring for my heart. And perhaps my heart is indeed stuck in a jar, not for safety but for inspection. I feel that the whole of my life is just a never ending scrutiny that produces no help, despite the clear needs. Or perhaps it's time I put my heart in a jar to keep it safe from harm and hurt. Who knows. But this picture has given me much to think on and touched me deeply. And isn't that what great art is meant to do?
So I thank you for your picture