心臓の鼓動
She began as “Heartbroken.”At the time, I had decided to step away from teaching.
There was a quiet ache in that decision—
a loosening from something once held with devotion.
I thought I was making a figure about loss.

layered with black silk organza—
cloth that carries history, softness, and restraint.

overlaid with vintage damask linen,
shaded gently with chalk,
eyes painted open and present.

In her hands, she holds a heart that is not complete.
There is an opening at the base.
The heart is made of real rose petals, stabilized—
fragile, yet preserved.
The petals fall, or perhaps rise,
spilling along one side of her kimono.

But as she formed beneath my hands,
I began to understand something else.
An open heart is not only broken.
It is breathing.
Shinzō no kodō — heartbeat.
Not a grand declaration.
Simply the pulse that proves we are still alive.
The opening allows movement.
The petals do not disappear; they continue.
What feels like loss becomes circulation.
There is an opening at the base.

fragile, yet preserved.
The petals fall, or perhaps rise,
spilling along one side of her kimono.

At first, I saw rupture.
But as she formed beneath my hands,
I began to understand something else.
An open heart is not only broken.
It is breathing.
Shinzō no kodō — heartbeat.
Not a grand declaration.
Simply the pulse that proves we are still alive.
The opening allows movement.
The petals do not disappear; they continue.
What feels like loss becomes circulation.

This piece marks a transition—
from teaching outward
to listening inward.
From giving form to others
to shaping what is rising within me now.
She does not mourn.
She stands.
Quietly graceful.
Heart open.
Still beating...



Detail Images.
She stands in the space where the woman and the warrior meet—strength and softness held together. I may have stepped away from teaching, but the work itself continues to teach.
xoxo
Leslie
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