The Forest, The Field & This Great Sadness

Art is life, said some washed up wonderwoman. I wrote three lines for that in seventeen syllable mishmash, and they called me an artist.

Heather-Mariah, Artist/Poet/Musician/Wanderer. From The rain state.

Hello, name is Heather-Mariah. I’m an artist, singer-songwriter, printmaker, designer & poet from the deep forest of the Northwest. I carry novels in my peacoat pockets, drink from a flask decorated with a Russian priest, smoke a pipe from Switzerland, and have elbow patches on my jackets. I fill my notebooks with drawings of bears, deer, and empty spaces. I’m emotional, often lonely, and I sleep in a hot air balloon of narcissism and self deprecation.
I like:
cats
tea
fields
men who smoke pipes
peacoats
leather shoes
winter walks in cold cities
cold coastal beaches
wood floors
35mm film photography
pipe tobacco
red wine
drunken picnics
small houses
and
forests.

Here’s my small house blog: http://quaint-cottages.tumblr.com/