Black Hearts In Love - Crooked Window

The black heart has so much deliciously dark history and meaning. The veins of poison running through the sweet red apple. Dark magic. I am part of an art group that explores urban sites. On this day the owner of the warehouse invited a group of us to photograph his West Oakland building prior to him renovated. We were all spread out throughout the building, and me being me, I made my way to the roof where I got a bunch of good shots including this great shot of a black heart on a broken window. So many metaphors can be pulled from this it almost seemed numinous. It vaguely reminded me of Joan Jett, and pirates, and homeless punks. Broken wounded hearts that are nevertheless persevering through the wreckage, wounded warriors. I somehow felt I was honoring something important by photographing it.