The Heart That Birthed the Universe

There are moments when a painting feels less like something I created and more like something that revealed itself to me. The Heart That Birthed the Universe is one of those moments.

This piece came from a place beyond words—a deep, internal pulse I can only describe as cosmic. I didn’t set out to paint the universe. I didn’t plan the colours or the structure. I simply began with a feeling: a sense of something vast, silent, and full of energy—like a heart quietly beating at the centre of everything.

The painting evolved around a central form: not quite a heart in the anatomical sense, but a symbolic one. Radiating from it are lines, threads, and bursts—forms that remind me of galaxies, particles, rays of light, or even the veins of time itself. I used a mix of white, red, gold, and darker tones to create contrast, motion, and mystery. To me, it feels like a moment of birth, of sacred expansion—the very beginning of something eternal.

Looking at it now, I see my own journey in this painting. At 70, I began painting—not because I had to, but because something inside me asked to be seen. Just like this universe in the painting, something new was born in me, unexpected and vast.

The Heart That Birthed the Universe is a reminder that creation isn’t always loud. Sometimes it begins in stillness—in the silence between thoughts, in the breath between memories. And sometimes, what emerges is not just art, but a reflection of the very energy that moves us all.

Thank you for reading—and for walking this journey with me. I look forward to sharing more paintings, stories, and moments like this with you here.

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