This piece was partially inspired by my little sister who was born with congenital heart disease. This has affected her in a number of ways, but most recently she was put on the transplant list and, after almost an entire year of breathless waiting, was given the heart of a beautiful young woman whom we will forever be indebted to. This got me thinking, not only about the literal movement of one heart and what it means for the life of my sister, but the ways our hearts move from one thing to another, lazily drifting along the currents in our lives, curling obsessively around one object, then another as the years go by. How many people and things can we clutch to ourselves before our grasping limbs fumble them in the wake of our passing?
Pratt Attack Art 