The first two dramatic pieces that marked my entrance into being a 'heartist' were Grief and Loss. Sounds like two characters from a Shakespearean Tragedy. They almost look like them too. How did they come about? I was at a health retreat in South India, for the second time, and during the course of the massage treatment, maybe one week or ten days into it, I felt a great sadness during the massage, and tears formed in my eyes, but I couldn't understand why...there was nothing making me sad right then. Quite soon afterwards I experienced physical responses in my stomach, and asked the ladies to help me out because I was in pain. They gave me a hot compress on the area and I tried to relax. The discomfort persisted during the massage. When I got back to my room, I decided to try and use the experience as an access point for emotional pain that may have been stuck inside the organ. The previous time I had gone for treatment, a similar thing had happened, so I felt sure it was emotional pain that was stuck. I went to my paper and got out the paints and these are the paintings that came. I simply went to the heart zone and connected to the physical pain inside that while I made the paintings. The stomach discomfort had totally disappeared by the time I finished Loss. I was simultaneously shocked and pleasantly surprised at the appearance of my two new family members, Grief and Loss. 'Family members', I say, because I believe I had been carrying them around with me for quite a while or possibly they had been part of my life as a child. Good to get them out in the open, and introduce them to my friends.
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