Do you heart art? Does heart art make your pulse race? Then this post on artistic renderings of the coolest organ is for you.
HEART ART IN HUE, VIETNAM
Hue is a peaceful, non-touristy city that has earned UNESCO World Heritage Site status for its multitude of historical monuments. During my (too) short visit I stayed at the art deco La Residence Hue Hotel and Spa and developed a little bit of a crush on the place. The former French Governor’s mansion, the property exudes an old-world charm. Walking through the nearby sculpture park along the Perfume River, I happened upon this giant heart art. It took me a second to recognize it.
CHICAGO HEART ART
There’s no end to things to do in Chicago (I recommend the Lincoln Park Home Walk), but if you have the chance, and you’re into murals and grafitti, take a taxi or the CTA Pink Line train to the Pilsen neighborhood. At the Western stop you’ll find this mural by artist Hector Duarte.
From there, walk north a few blocks to Cullerton, take a right and continue a half-mile to Wolcott, the home of Duarte’s studio. How will you know you’ve reached Duarte’s studio? Because it’s the building with the badass 3,5oo square feet mural of Gulliver (the traveler) on the side. Amazing!
The heart is a frequent image in Duarte’s art, often used in the context of immigration (below and featured post image).
HEART ART IN MEXICO CITY
Mexico City is a hidden gem of a destination. I tell everyone that the Condessa neighborhood combines the sophistication of Paris with the energy of Rio de Janeiro but no one believes me.
And there’s culture. Mexico City is home to more museums than any other city in the world. I’m most partial to the Museo de ArteModerno (Museum of Modern Art) located in the Chapultepec Park (the largest city park in the Western hemisphere), and was especially drawn to this painting, Las Dos Fridas (by Frida Kahlo, of course). Creepy, fascinating, I stared at it for a good ten minutes. So much symbolism! What does it all mean?
I conducted a little research (Google) and discovered that the Frida on the left — the one with the bleeding heart– is the Frida who was rejected by Diego Rivera. The Frida on the right – with the intact heart — is her other personality, the one he loved and respected.
Damn men. Always breaking our hearts.
Then there’s this one, same museum:
Probably not something I’d want hanging in my living room, but I like it.