Heather Deogracia

New Abstract Technique…both hands required

Hurrah it is hump day!! Woke up three days ago and this is what I have done in two days…the paper was much bigger and my hunger for art was huge as can be! I must have need a change in ink mastery (too many episodes of Ink Master) and try to use my hands and shapes more. Not on the right side of the bed at the moment…kink in my neck from sleeping on the couch *by choice and trying to read more books then ever before. Reading four books at the moment and two are very important in my time scheduling and goal seeking. Would love to exchange art back and forth…we can even have a draw off if you are in the mood! Drinking a Java Monster Vanilla Light for dinner…mmm…dinner.

Gone Animal Lately! Humane Society Fundraiser

Sniff sniff sniff. That is my art brain when it is having a cold or crying from no inspiration. Then bam yesterday, I was about to take a nap and three things zipped through my attic (I have a higher room in my brain where I keep my daydreams, nightmares and desires). So freakin’ stuck on my fine line of abstract or realism…people/audience respond to the uncomplicated imaginations that look familiar in realism, but the BEST is when someone stops, looks at me, stops and looks down and says “you did this”?? “Yes indeed sir/miss” All by myself. Now I am crossing another line by adding realism into my abstract images to give more clues about what I am trying to express.

The animal kingdom is soooo broad that it was difficult to think keep it simple and rely on detailed illustrations. Kept it to my illustrations and crossing my fingers hoping they liking one of the three ideas. My piece is going to be in the live auction so I am a little rattled because I strive for the best most of the time.

In the first one is animals going to a grand affair with human masks to hide their identity.

Think ballroom affair with assorted heads of animals.

Second, a female with a motions in her hair…this was just a first sketch so more input would make it easier

Third, a nerd pack of animals as a multi-media paste job with book pages in the back and each animal will just be black/white except for their neon reading glasses.

Here are a few rough drafts and I hope any input would be yummy. I think I am leaning on the pretty ballroom animals illustrations.

I Do Exist…Crawling Out of My Secret Art Cave

I saw the paper piles go up and up and up…then I was going through like pens in one day of working…then I was dreaming out a new ink and paper project named “Blank”. I have so much to show you! Sit and smile for a bit…it will be like a unicorn under the rainbows. Actually it is a month of fun work. Some realism and some abstracts. Please let me know what you think! I’m gearing up on ebay to get some sales on my newest work. Please contact me on heatherdeogracia@gmail.com.

Live Auction Shocker

I stopped breathing and held it in until the final number had finished…I was holding almost a grand in my hand!!! What!!? Did I just hear you auction man? Starting at what? $500? Dang! Bam at $975. I was ridiculously shocked. No one has ever seen my work and that was the first time I did abstract and used real “professional art tools” supplied by Disability Network and Personal Assistance Options. This is impossible. Impossible.

The night was Wednesday the 17 of June…it was the night of the Celebrity Gala in the box Dow Diamond for the baseball Loons game. Three amazing buffets and an array of beverages, big time business individuals wandered the room and many recognized and laughed when they found someone familial. I’m walking the suited and tailored females and actually ran into three people in the room. My celebrity that I was assigned to, Dave Emmel, totally knew everyone’s name and what profession they were in—I was super impressed and he knew like the crowd and I shook hands with a lot of people as he introduced me to everyone. I was feeling awesome and just had some tender cut roast beef when the attention was drawn to the live auction.

The room was swarmed to the sitting area and it was a buzzing group chatting about the art that was displayed. There were like six items on tables and we were encouraged to explain our piece and people bid at the lowest end and work the way up. Second to last, I was enthusiastic to explain how our piece was a “blind abstract” with our hands on the pen with my right hand and his left hand. The second part of the piece was wrist to wrist union.

The art project was solid with hard contour lines, amazing deep marker colors and a balance on the bottom right. “High Def” was definite the art piece that was the best of my life (sometimes I am nasty and procrastinate and never do the finish job”). There was an entirely awesome turnaround time at about 12 hours. David is a CEO and had a slammed calendar but when we got together, we laughed, and I was pretty much in control for my side in the artistic realm. We were standing and doing the vanna white walk after I gave my 5 minute intro..people were like “ohhh, ahhh, wow”. Not intimidated with attention, Dave and I locked eyes with excitement. We laid out the best and there was nothing to do until there was a verbal battle with the fast slamming voice of the auctioneer.

Heaven rang into my ears. I really did it. Midland knows I am an artist.

Like Where Is My Mind

Like totally been inspired like everywhere and anywhere. Bringing my journal in my purse was like the best idea ever! Started writing poetry and had it on stage at Creative 360 twice—this was the first poem I ever wrote on a Thursday and reading it on stage on a Friday…awesome and weird…the first one was about a woman that has fallen in love with a serial killer. Really? My first poem. Hmmm.

Serial Love

By: Heather Deogracia

Opening my eye sockets, you tied me up again and it is all clear I can see your hate

This typical abduction, forced behavior and sick chemicals of your head that make you deadly

This is you, the man on his knees pleading forever more

With a band of gold and diamond stone on my skin

Our past is a complicated fabric of sticky sickness, lying jealousy and you’re lashing eyes in evil stalking

My senses are screaming and pleading for you and for my little precious little life

How should I act to make you treat me like your doll, your princess, and your mother

Rocking back and forth, I put your poor humiliating head on my chest

This is the only way I know that won’t hurt me for an hour or so

He hates me because I am the only star in the galaxy he could love and trust

Just was supplied this huge pages of Bristol paper and now I am getting ideas before they are on paper—another thing I learned from my boyfriend, Leonardo Di Vinci. I just used all the paper I have and went to the dollar store to buy more pens…just feeling inked this summer. Can’t stop. Robot Artist. Exterminate. Exterminate.

I’ve had these scanned but not posted for a while (I know I am in trouble yet again). I’m going to post them on my illustration and abstract pages.

Oceans of Love

Beauty Is Kicking me in the Head

Here are my latest, I mean hot off the computer images.

I’m back on my college online certification for Graphic And Visual Design on Alyson.com. Haven’t studied for almost twenty years…just hope my brain can jump back to its own self. Thanks for your comments and the patience to watch what I do. I have been having the time of my LIFE!! Someone at Disability network bout me some brand new 24 set of Primacolor double sided markers and huge pieces of expensive paper. This is the good time right now. All smiles and love for spring time.

Illustrations and Drawings Prior to 4.2015

A Few Months of Artistic Images for Graphic Novel

Abstract Work Prior to 4.2015

Feeling Like Body Parts Today

New Illustrations from the Hungry Artist

On the road again of creating new works for fundraising, two art exhibits and my big sculpture build for the entire summer in the works. This last Saturday was the big Art Clash event in Bay City…fortunately for me, I was able to be interviewed and get last years art piece inside the Bay City News!!

http://www.mlive.com/…/do_art_brings_50_artists_and_a.html

My entry was named “M Tear”

Here is some “Art Math” that I have been working on…doing perspectives, blah blah blah…I do love it though!

This is me being silly…never drew a cat before so I added a few eyelashes and hair extensions.

This piece is named “Chemical Romance”…it is twice this size but this is my favorite part. *need a bigger scanner!

I am doing the 30 day challenge where the website gives you examples to draw and practice everyday. This assignment was to draw my favorite character from my childhood.

Formally Selected for Sculpture for the 2015 Gear Up Summer Series

Roar this is AMAZING. A a ton of hard work! wah wah I promise to take pics along the way.

March 19, 2015

Dear Heather Deogarcia,

Congratulations! Your submission “Majesty of Midland: King Lion” has been selected as a featured sculpture in the 2015 Gear Up Summer Sculpture Series. Jun 1 to September 17.

Sincerely,

Selina Tisdale

Executive Director, Downtown Development Authority

Big O’ Brainstorming Girl

Currently I am working on two art pieces for fundraising purposes…the first one in April and the next for June. Feel free to comment. Feedback makes me smile!

Queen Evil and My New Letter of My Creative Self

This is my newest creation that I started at my sister’s home…she was whining because she wanted to keep it herself!! Sometimes I see that my cherished work gets assigned for someone else. I’m almost near to that stage that things are not for sale. My main goal is to offer my services as an artist yet not selling out my “real feelings” to each one that leaves. I also get sorta weird when a person gets my piece and has ZERO clue as to what the story is and why I created it. I feel like I truly need to write down how each piece came to be and why I set it free from my art room.

I took a class called Visioning: Dream Makers and wrote some very very deep where did that come from moment. Here is my present purpose of living an artistic lifestyle.

Light a spark.

Light a fire.

Let my soul ablaze with daydreams and nightmares.

This is the time for pushing above the elements of Earth and drifting in infinite space.

Melt my insecurities and spread my arms far apart so I can surrender myself to destiny.

Before death, I must be remembered as an untouchable flame.

Tripped on Old E-mails…Landed on Poems

Poems from 2006

Buzz Head

lost my mind day by day of memories of let downs and sorries

hurt so much inside wishing grace to brush away the dust of yesterday

my heart was just beating for blood in an empty shell of skin

I put my ear to the ground and my head was dizzy listening to the dead-they know

closing my eyes and tears only run on the sides of my face and drip off the side of my jaw

maybe if I listen to some music to inspire me, I can ride and float on a note of wonderland

someone elses pain to lose myself in and hold me by my ear sensors

still dizzy and don’t want to listen anymore

I dream and I can hear his heart beat…that is the heaven I hear

Stars Must Be

Blame the stars for the bright and shine, for the alignment and destiny unfolding

Lay on soil and stare up, you see them fall and twinkle yet your fate is parellel

Do your best to reach a star and you shall die and your soul removed to the other side

Stars the window to the other side, you will know all the answers and the higher power

Earth is hell and the sky is heaven, be sure you know this and pray to the sky before you sleep

She

Here sinking in deep in fluid weightlessness

Eyes closed, head back and ankles tied together

Losing my mind and brain slowing motion

Nude calmed skin newly kissed

No fear of the bottom

She will catch me

Down Above

you didn’t ask me again, you just take it and my existence has slowly disappeared

my whole soul drifts away to the angels and they fly me to a safe place

my body is dirty, foul, polluted, and my limbs are in disarray

I can look down and see how much fun you are having

your toy doll with no soul, you just screw me and show no affection

burdened with blame, when did I go wrong and why am I not worth it

I changed, I said I would be good this time, I did everything you told me to

Tears and screaming into pillows were my secret hell

Wake up scared and going to bed scared, I was a shell that was ready to blow away

That’s why the angels have welcomed me, they know and see a beautiful woman

I have deserved my pretty white feathered wings, it’s time to fly now, good-bye

Flirt Skirt

sometimes you can just see in their eyes that they are into you

you try to be shy about it and might ignore it but it is still there next time

your mouth is constantly wet and smiles at every single word

the treasure is just right in front of you and you think it is too soon to claim

when the first kiss and the first hug happened, you knew it felt too right and too good

this is studpid, I like him, I really like him and I hardly know him

butterflys in the stomach that cause the head to float to the sky too

will he show up, will he touch my hand again, will he look into my eyes and not talk

can I be myself now and pretend that I am what I am

no more pretending, I think he gets me

Better World

Dreams are made of this, finding another soul to use love and meaning

All the senses are finally being utilized and new music written for the brain to hear

Each minute is not alone but together in time, each hour connected for each day

You finally realize that your life is not losing but gaining, your adding not subtracting

Strength and peace has taken over your free thoughts and you want your partner

Your secrets have evaporated and no harm is to come to your emotional backbone

At last you can see that there are no guarantees but it is time to trust your heart

The heart beats so evenly and strongly for your lover, just a touch would speed it up

No more childish games or cheating necessary, not stuck in a hole you dug yourself

Sucking out all your air, when you hear that voice, you know the power and wisdom

Wrap your arms around me and shield me from all that happened in the past

Can’t deal with injustice and pain, wipe my numb tears and silent crying face

Evil has slowly marched down to hell and away from my being, be gone forever

I see the light and I will stay with him who makes me adapt to a better world

Secret

how can he care so much and why does he?

the flaws and the obvious disease should make him sneak out the back door

giving the quiet and gentle love that is so natural and kind spirited

my heart is so used to not working so now it is starting to beat again with new blood

the inner soul is starting to reach out for his and actually wanting to float there next to his

such hot passion and wanting to please his every want need…

yep I like you

Doll Face

Mistakes with dark stains of abuse and my lowly dim heart in misery

I’ve fell forward so hard on the cement ground and found no one to help me back up

My pathetic weakness is the life of invisible chemical harming my head sharply

Pretend and put the mask on so tight that your mouth is never forced to speak

Stuck with rushing thoughts like being on a freeway with no destination at 120 mph

Pretty dolly with pink cheeks, red lips, pretty smile…sure knows how to play pretend

Hold your head up, keep your head up…keep up the act and ignore the truth

The Struggle with Procrastination & the Middle Path of an Artist

Hello! Just tickling the web today and landed on a pretty snazzy site called deviantart…like where have you been for like eight years ago when I needed you!!! Argggg!

For the next few minutes, I pretty much paraphrased two way serious topics that gives me a tummy ache at times. Here we go and jump on a ship with me as we journey through tag-dah-hood…I call it common sense but that is why they named me the Absent Minded Professor in my family.

Keys to Fighting this Disease of Procrastination

Being a procrastinator compared to being a hard worker is a measure of how serious you take your skills, technique and lifestyle.
Keep yourself focused as a valid reason working on creative pursuits.
Be sure to notice if you are overworked too hard and getting burned out.
Some people procrastinate with a negative outlook, blaming attitude and a recognized adult freeloadesr.
We all get busy sometimes and we only leave 16 hours a day to live. In this age, it is common to work 6-8 hour a day and free time is 4 hours x 5 hours a week comes to 20 hours a week!
In particular circumstances, time is more lenient on then your excuses.
Acting like a moron by filling days dick’n around with games, RC, YouTube, Facebook, ect.
Seriously get a schedule system going and keep to it!
Live long and Prosper

AN ARTIST’S Middle’s Path

Seems the starving artist equals lazy and do extremely minimal things, practice your crafts as time permits.

4 Rooms in the artists heart

1. Drawing skills

2. Coloring/color theory

3. Art composition skills

4. Imagination

DO NOT COMPARE yourself with other people as better/equal/worst

THROW away your ego, practice in calm/peaceful mind and don’t forget to help others

The End

Pass this on if is might help someone… air kiss on both cheeks.

Both Hands In! So easy yet so hard.

his is a brand new style for me since I use two pens to draw the image at the same time. Here are some illustrations I did today. More to write tomorrow. Air hugs and kisses on each cheek. The first image is named “Sure Lay”, next was from a human anatomy book done in the late 1960s, the third is for a very talented dance instructor here in Midland, “Talking Dreams”, my very first crack at doing the two hand method, another human anatomy reference, then lastly “Left Love or Right”. See you really really soon! Feel free to write whenever you like! I don’t bite much.

Brand New Smack-a-roo Art for February *My birthday is on the 12th

Hurrah for February!

Thought it was just about time to show my newest art projects and perhaps a look into what the names are and perhaps a little backstory.

1. “Gypsy Rose” My first canvas job. I’m submitting this work for a juried art competition here in the Dow Library in Midland, MI for the Michigan Artist Guild.

2. “Abstraction” Went on a website that showed abstraction plus a lot more realism…if my work gets too abstract, people don’t the clues as to what they are. Nude woman some faces *check

3. “Hi Jack” The project was submitted for the new exhibit “Piece by Piece” at the gallery here in Midland, MI for Creative 360. The piece of art is both silly and serious in my mind. Would love to hear what people “think” what is going on. I am leaning on the topic of International Sex Trade (I know my art mind can be pretty out there)

4. “Peacocky” I LOVE peacock feathers! I wanted to use some bright colors and a real object.

5. “Zipper” Hmmm…girls eye is being zipped off her face.

6. “Do Evil or Not” This two piece canvas set was sold at Michaels for like three dollars! Just drew out composition in an hour and went crazy with a pencil. Pretty and evil go hand in hand.

7. “Periodical” This is my mind when I think in both art world and science world…above is the periodic table with forms of abstract acrylic.

8. “Squirrel Nibble” What if I was close to a squirrel..she wouldn’t be so friendly…I heard they bite people here in Michigan…WHAT! Well this is pretend but this is what I would do.

9. “Musical Notess” and “Face Plant” Made for the fundraiser for Disability Network

10. “Poppy” and “Blossom” I drew this series of women from different states with the flowers of their state

Ahhhh…now I can breathe

Any feedback would make me smile! Or even snort for that matter.

Oceans of Love,

Heather D.

I Need More Cowbell, errr, Heather

Yes!! It is a new year…I hope you had an amazing experience in the last year. The time has come for me to re-establish my blog goddess background and really meet some new and awesome friends. On here, you will find silly vs. serious, duh vs. shah and good vs. evil. In short, I am here to let my creative freedom flag blow to the internet breeze.

I value education, emotional/physical self help and snorting laughter.

Why am I here on Word Press?

I think the reason you should read my blog because you might need a smile with either my lame jokes or my illustrations may be pleasing to the eye. I plan to include an image with a post so it allows for an art journal process to occur.

I would like to get way more feedback and constructive comments. I prefer to blog to get my mouth into words and I journal in my own time by writing backwards so my secrets will never be revealed… my boyfriend Leonardo di Vinci taught me how to do it. The topics I write about are really varied and I aim for the reason I am here is the following:

Express thoughts and opinions

Promote open happy hmmm, and warm fuzzies

Help people when they need me

Establish myself into the artistic world

Provide information

Stay active and knowledgeable in my scientific and artistic background

That is about all I want to start the new year off with. Mad love for you internet pals and hope to read your blogs this year.

Here is my most recent work on my first canvas experience… her name is Glorious Gypsy.

Sing I May Not

Hey hey hey!!! I know I am on the bad list of bloggers…I promise to write and draw more!

So today I have decided to share my FAV-or-IT song. I would definitely agree that someone has heard the song but I listen to just four songs on this favorite album of mine named Tonic Lemon Parade. I have zero clue as to what other albums Tonic has, who they really are and the background story of how they got discovered.

Any who…I really think this song really gets to me because I have always had a boyfriend in long term relationships and it is hard to explain why they would stay with such a crazy girl like me. It almost feels like the loves of my life can’t put it down in words/emotions/feelings to discuss “why” they love me.

In my memory, I can only state one person that can look me in the eyes every day and say “I love you”. Not forced. Not co-dependent. Not a long paragraph of what good qualities I have. Not ending with a question mark. Just soul to soul yo.

It seems extremely difficult to just stop loving someone that you aren’t together with anymore. Just the huge memory file I store and refuse to even give my time to the negative blocks that really stabbed my heart. I have this absolutely amazing quality to be angry for like three hours, fall asleep and then totally be fine and happy again. It very much confuses other people. Even twenty years ago, I remember doing that to the “haters” I had in high school. I just wanted to be killing them with kindness and watch how they react the more I get to know my enemy.

A very very close friend of mine sat me down one day and wrote out this diagram about people in my life. Out of 100 people, only 50 will like you and 50 will NOT like you. Of the 50 that like you, 25 will like you no matter what and the 50 that do not like me, 25 will actually hate you. Hmmm. Think that over. Spend time with the top 25 baby.

Happy Holidays for real!! Tah tah. Please share your favorite song!!

If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me Well you got your reasons And you got your lies And you got your manipulations They cut me down to size Sayin’ you love but you don’t You give your love but you won’t If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me Seems the road less traveled Show’s happiness unraveled And you got to take a little dirt To keep what you love That’s what you gotta do Sayin’ you love but you don’t You give your love but you won’t You’re stretching out your arms to something that’s just not there Sayin’ you love where you stand Give your heart when you can If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me Sayin’ you love but you don’t You give your love but you won’t Sayin’ you love where you stand Give your heart when you can If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about or love And what I must do If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says When she says she loves me

You KNOW When You Are An Artist…

You were more concerned about the color of your car than the fuel consumption.
The highlights in your hair are from your palette and not Clairol.
You are having lunch with the girls and the fragrance you wear is eau d’linseed oil.
The only piece of new furniture you have in your home is a $2000 easel.
You butter your toast with your fingers, just to feel its texture.
You think about taking a picture to a show.
You talk about going to a show where the pictures don’t move.
You are over 50 and still have no health insurance.
Your family takes out a life insurance plan on you for less than $5000.
You know what shade of green the lichen on the trees is.
You can’t find a nice outfit for your date because everything has paint smears on.
Your date ends up with paint smears on her/him.
You’re late for the date because you suddenly knew exactly what that detail of your latest painting needed and just had to fix it while it was fresh in your mind.
You chose to buy that new Russian Sable Number Six Round instead of a Big Mac, a Large Fry, a Milkshake, Desert, and five gallons of gas.
Your favorite home repair store refuses to work with you to repaint your den, because you rename all of their paint swatches and you get upset that they don’t carry the exact nuance of raw umber you had in mind.
You purchase a ton of books, and most are blank inside.
When viewing a sunset, you think in terms of cadmium yellow (light hue), salmon and gold, a tinted teal mixed with gold for the water.
Strangers save your ‘regular’ spot at the park, perfect for observing children and pigeons.
There are Prussian blue fingerprints on your phone.
You stay awake late at night wondering how to render on canvas the dimly lit shapes and the shadows in your room.
When you go out, you are always stopping and gazing at the world around you.
You travel far to sketch a place of scenic beauty.
You clean your brushes in your coffee.
You carry pencils instead of pens.
You have watercolor swatches on cardboard in your pocket.
You explain your deplorably bad housekeeping by saying, “it’s a work-in-progress…”
You do judge a book by its cover.
You watch the latest kids’ digital animation movies and drool over the effects as much as the story.
You bought paint instead of food!
You paint more than you talk.
You draw your letters instead of write them.
You like to get plastered and paint the town red.
You’re in love … with your studio.
You know that art does not match your sofa.
If dust bunnies are part of your mixed media.