Heather Bird Harris : Where the Water Goes

& a little about her:
‘April’ came easily. She was fun and stress-free and to me embodied the jasmine-infused joy around town this spring when the world opened up again. Her petals unfurled on canvas to look like the Louisiana coastline. The deltas and inlets like the edges of a woman, a la Ms. O’Keefe. And that pistil. You know, it starts as an ovary? This is how we are too — fluid embodiments of nature, and more than sum of our parts. It’s a collective delusion that masculinity is anything but soft.

This series explored our past and present relationship to land and water, while also celebrating how beautiful something is when it’s accentuated by a fear of loss - of home, of innocence, and of land into water.