The last heart for the "Boy Hearts" piece. This one is mine. Raw, ragged and old. From a favorite childhood sheet, my "soft" sheet, soaked in walnut and dipped in the dying indigo last summer. So worn and fragile that it was torn into shape without scissors, but still it's here after fifty-ish years, so it's strong, too. Depending on the light it's barely blue, tan or silver, and the soap line that I drew to guide the tearing turned dark brown under the heat of the iron. I'm sure there's some science to it, but I kind of like the surprise of it.
