Heather [syn. blackbird]

VISIT MY WEBSITE TO VIEW MORE OF MY ARTWORK - www.blackbirdflying.net p
..COME CHECK OUT MY WORK AT THESE SHOWS...COMING SOON!
I currently have work at Cactus Gallery...2 minatures, and one piece for the Bird Show which is running through February. Cactus is located in Eagle Rock. Click on their profile in my Top Friends list for more info about the show!
I still have a few of the limited run, signed 11 x 17” posters of "Sister Spider” availabe at the merch table at Katrina Parker shows. Almost gone though. You'll find it either delightul or creepy when you discover Sister Spider's eyes following your every move. For those of you who don't know, Katrina's live show is like visiting a flickering speakeasy, lined with gin and red velvet.Visit Katrina Parker's page for the show dates and vitals. Also check the flyer posted just a ways below!
And if you'd like to send an e-card featuring my artwork click on the little birdy below...he will fly you to Pagan Poet E-cards...then just click on Heather Lloyd.
According to ancient myth, a blackbird serves as messenger and guide between the worlds of dreams and waking thoughts, memories and secret spaces. At the gloaming hour, the blackbird's song is heard at the gateway between the realm of the living and the dead...enchanted music that lulls the conscious mind to sleep, and awakens the hidden self.
Within this liminal space, all stories are born, and new worlds are continually created. I am a storyteller, weaving tales of dark whimsy with paint, ink, wood, scraps of paper, and bits snipped from forgotten old books. I create with wood, rather than canvas, because it was once alive, and still holds onto memories of the forest. All the best fairy tales begin with a child gone wandering into the wildwood, encountering strange creatures and enchanted passages.
My compositions are sifted from dreams, (both the night and daytime sorts). And my creative process is akin to a shaman’s trace. I believe that every piece of art exists fully as a living spirit before the first line is ever laid down, and so I allow that spirit to guide my hand, moving through me, rather than attempting to control the outcome. There are no mistakes, only twists and bends that lead the story into places wholly unexpected.
I also believe that inspiration is passed between people like a stolen kiss, and is always moving and flowing like a current of air, or water, or electricity. It is my hope is to inspire others to be creative, and to listen to the low whispers of their dreams. I desire to “bring beauty back in season” and end the tyranny of literal thinking. Life is poetry. The world is whatever you imagine it to be...nightmare or delicate fantasy.
Art can hurt you if you let it.