Missing a crooked step in a dark hall on a tour of ruins in Tulum, Mexico, I suffered a concussion. This blow to my upper left forehead gave me access to strange inner body workings, which ended up as thick painterly, fleshy images on a thin, almost drawing-like ground on heavy paper. These shapes began as brain-like and morphed into what felt to me (after the work was finished) like brain-hearts.
A Native American medicine man once said, “The longest journey you will ever take is the one from your head to your heart”. It seems that this is indeed an opening for further investigation, as my head begins to clear and along with my heart reaches another stage of awareness.