Miguel Leal’s Broken Hearts series pulls you in quietly. At first glance, the works resemble ink blots. Abstract. Ambiguous. Almost accidental. But then the title does its work, and suddenly you see it. A heart. Every time. Each piece reveals a form that is unmistakable once recognized, yet never fully resolved. Hearts appear fractured, warped, and stained, as if emotion itself has been pressed onto the surface and left to bleed outward