Itโs soul-nourishing discovering the musings of artists and painters. Art provides some of the greatest mediums of freedom and self expression; the fact most of it is open to interpretation adds a magical touch, with conversations in a cafรฉ discussing a multitude of takes. Photos taken at the ๐๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ ๐๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฎ (๐๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ถ ๐๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฐ) in ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข, ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ. ๐ฎ๐น ๐กก C/ Montcada,ย 15-23 - 08003 Barcelona
this heart in the concrete has been on my mind since stumbling across it. i am constantly wondering the story behind it. were they alone and took advantage of the drying cement to cement their love for passing onlookers to see? were they dared to draw something by a friend and their intentions were too pure to trace anything but a heart? but why a heart? the endless possibilities of a blank canvas for the public eye and yet they chose a heart? maybe out of fear that it would be erased if anything else were to be etched in stone? maybe they feared a name of a lover wouldnโt last as long as just a heart? but itโs just a heart. no initials. no โOscar wuz here :).โ no time stamp or anniversary. just a heart. I struggle to find a reason of intention and yet this heart just stares back at me. but maybe this is love. reminding me on my walk that love exists. it comes and goes. it will show up unintentionally and unconditionally. there doesnโt have to be logic or reason behind it. there doesnโt have to be some long, drawn out story explaining how love works and comes to be. it can be just a heart. hardened in the concrete by an unknown artist who knows more about love than I ever could.
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