I'm working on a picture. The viewer is supposed to find the hidden hearts. After a couple hours of hiding hearts in flying saucers, cat food and hairdos, I try to escape by going to the beach. It's hopeless! Everywhere I look I find those damn hidden hearts.
6 comments:
Linda,
I love these! I collect heart shaped rocks and found my very first one on the beach in Provincetown.
Great beach pics!
xo,
Cheryl
You could launch a series of greeting cards with images like this (if you felt like it, of course).
I can smell the ocean just looking at them.
Yeah Linda, these are great pictures. Even though it sounds a little frustrating, maybe this is a <3 skill not a curse :)
Pat told me once that after his mother died he took a bunch of photographs and didn't realize till someone pointed it out to him that there were heart shapes hidden in all of them.
mz cheryl: I remember now that you said you collect heart-shaped rocks! How many do you have
Namowal: Thanks! Cheryl (above) could help me launch the cards--I've taken countless card workshops from her. She knows her stuff. She actually teaches "greeting cards" at SVA in NY.
Jesse: I'm not sure. Yesterday my friend Roger was talking about looking for new shoes, and today on my walk every time I looked down I saw shoes. (I don't mean my sneakers; every rock I saw was shaped like a different type of shoe.)
Sal: Gosh. This is sad. And wonderful.
I don't know. It sounds like if this power is so flexible you can tune it to any sort of shape that you want,
__ that might not be so bad after all.
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`,_____) It doesn't make you crazy, does it? :)
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