CLINTON KIRKPATRICK

Two Seeing Hearts

Two Seeing Hearts. Oil monotype, crayon and graphite on paper. 95x65cm. 2016

Two Seeing Hearts. Oil monotype, crayon and graphite on paper. 95x65cm. 2016

Do you remember meeting the Seeing Heart? It was able, don’t forget, to see as well as you; it was able to see all that you could. Although, it could also see much more.

The Seeing Heart casts a gaze, looking this way and that way, to the lines that you walk, at each given step through the maze.

Unexpectedly, the Seeing Heart saw another Seeing Heart. For a moment they just stared. They looked the same, they beat the same drum and they knew they were alike. So how could it be? For you, or for me. There was a look in each of their eyes.

For days on end, where time rarely bends, it is a solitary journey. You know that without the bee there is no honey and with one Seeing Heart glancing upon the other Seeing Heart it was very clear. They saw what the other was able to see. They could hear.

The Seeing Heart will continue to see because it takes the time to look. Each life is a book. Be careful if you see the Seeing Heart. But maybe, even if you do, you will not know what the Seeing Heart can see.