Growing up Lakota (with Gypsy roots) under the politically active and watchful eye of her adoptive grandmother, Heather collected and redeemed many qualities while absorbing endless ways and points of view. After her grandmother's death, she found herself catapulted into emancipation at the age of 14. This would also be the year she dove deeper into film photography and making...
In 2003, Heather moved to Los Angeles which became her home for the next decade. In LA she embraced photography, music, film and writing, while also working along-side others for commercials, music videos, indie films and photo shoots.
Towards the end of 2012 she found herself isolated and severely depleted. Upon her return from Cuba, her passion for life diminished into a life barely alive.
"I found myself isolating, not knowing where to go or who I was or becoming. How does anyone know what to do when they see someone's face change? I was so afraid. I stopped everything. I stopped making."
In 2014 after multiple moves, suicide attempts and hospitalizations, Heather found herself in the California Desert where she would be in treatment for over a year. She learned while being there, the most valuable piece of currency is her name. A long drawn out dusty and dirt road lay ahead, but she didn't mind. Why? Because she also realized, your name is just as valuable as hers.
In the present the subject of all her work is herself. No longer is anyone far from her, for she too (has) is waiting in government lines, below poverty lines and trying to make sense of self and time.
A statement from the Artist...
It's not easy to open myself up and be vulnerable, but it's harder not to. Sometimes I feel everything I live with is a curse, but in these moments where I am no longer, I feel right. I feel sure. I feel confident. Some ain't here to speak and some aren't able nor willing to, but I'm here, so I will... We Must Speak About What's Killing Our Kind... Some say I came to my senses by way of insanity" xx-h->