This is a little something I put together between a few commissions I’ve had up and running. It to me –is extremely rusty- there are a lot of careless judgments in this image I wouldn’t normally make…
*the text is supposed to be wonky and rustic*
But the design could have been a-little better…
I have been a tad rusty I think…lazy on the coloring *hence the reason this image has taken a long time to finish*
-shrugs-
But it’s a fun piece really…

I was watching a tv show *I think it was sex in the city* and I heard –to cure a disease you must first know what the disease is- how can you cure a disease when you are unclear of what the disease is? How can you go on while the disease eats away at your heart without trying to fix the pain?
When it comes to a broken heart the only way to cure the pain of its breaking is to see JUST what that disease is ... what is making your heart so ill?
Is it ourselves that are breaking our own hearts? Or is it something else
Something we have no power over…
The cause of my broken heart …

I know the disease

The disease…………………. is you.

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There comes a time when you got to stop the hurting…before it takes over and destroys you. We have all felt the pain of a broken heart…
And although we tell ourselves everyone has been through it or will feel it one day, don’t let it consume you!
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I used such bold and bright colours and cutesy imagery because it all relates to how I feel and the message I wish to bring. The bright colours are part of that step –not allowing the darkness of a broken heart to consume me-
Her sweet shoes and dress are what I wear to make me happy
I wear the shoes that make me feel sexy
The dresses that shape my curves
I am wittle zombie girl!

Stitched back together of the holes you left here!
Floppy like a rag doll, broken…shatter
She wipes her last trembling tear away from her blue, blue eyes
Swears to herself it shall be the last tear she will shed, for you
Her stash of new medicine
Learning one more lesson
With a heart pumped full of fresh medication
She can fix its burning
Broken shall be mended
Bruises and scaring……………faded
Ashamed of what she put herself through, for you.
For you!

All she ever wanted..
Was you.

And these words hunny,
Are true.

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Enjoy pebbles…
I am still candy eyed from the colours of this image! It’s making me blind,
Watercolor pencils –no added water-
All imagery done by hand!
Original 42cm high and 29 cm wide
A3

-Sorry about the watermarks –computer added-
If you want the clear version, buy it!
Do not steal.
Thank you.