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black hearted bill. 

I was in a bad relationship with a man who was an alcoholic and a narcissist. He once told me his aunt called him “ole’ black hearted Bill.” We laughed about this nickname on many occasions. After the relationship was over that nickname resonated with me so clearly, I was compelled to create a piece about it.

Against a passionate hot pink background, I rendered two hearts in ripped wood veneer – one white with calm horizontal strips, the other black with jagged edges – representing the unevenness and hurt on both sides.

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