Hello, my name is Heather. It's been some years to say my name and feel good about it. Many lives I've lived and had to rid (in just this lifetime) and I've realized, my name is most important. It can be the name associated with the ones who are forgotten, and it can be the name I go to when I have forgotten about myself.
Making is the air I breathe. It allows me to feel something other than me, but also allows me to see something that is me in everything. When I feel uncomfortable, if I don't want to feel a certain way, or if I'm not feeling at all, the subject(s) of my work offer me courage, strength, empathy, humility, and freedom. They assure me... "Heather, continue."
Most work is after-while-and-before I'm about to snap, die, "lose it" and fly... Far away from this world, these ways, these laws (controlling) and this pain. But somehow, someone or something appears and I'm saved. Feelings are also what makes my name. They are just as valuable as is thinking...
When I'm behind my work, no one is aware of the pain in my mind and if anything, the pain gives way to understanding and for that amount of time I feel certain. So maybe you can imagine why... Why it's important for me not to tell you how to feel or what to think and/or say. I want to see and show what is, what you and I just may be... Intrinsically.
It's my privilege.
I will gracefully wait... xx-h->