STATEMENT:
My creative projects grow out of a deep interest in ethics + social justice, philosophy, poetry, science, psychoanalytical and Jungian perspectives, and concern about environmental ecosystems. An enduring motivation in my projects is the need to metabolize inner experience with outer realities and come to terms with the complex demands of being human. Each artwork layers conceptual and aesthetic interests alongside subjective, personal, and emotional reckonings. I use art as an embodied and ritualized way to think, observe, ground, and connect. Through a complex interweaving of objective versus subjective content and universal versus private impulses I try to make sense of the world and our fragile place in it; by looking for order, meaning, and beauty, amidst the chaotic, the abject and the perilous.

BIO:
Heather Harvey is an American artist living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland and New York City. She works across traditional genres including painting, drawing, sculpture, and site-specific work, as well as in post-studio, ephemeral approaches that include walking to collect trash, plants, debris, and other found materials. Her projects grow out of a range of interests – most often the sciences (astronomy, physics, biology, geology), philosophy, poetry, psychoanalytical and Jungian perspectives, and ethics-based social justice issues. She was recently awarded a residency at NARS Foundation in Brooklyn, NY; Cultivate’s La Baldi Residency, in Montegiovi, Italy; the Buinho Creative Hub residency in Messejana, Portugal; and a fellowship residency at the Vermont Studio Center. She has had recent solo exhibitions at the Academy Art Museum, in Easton, Maryland; the University Gallery at Salisbury University, MD; Maryland Art Place in Baltimore, MD, and Second Street Gallery in Charlottesville, VA. She holds an MFA from Virginia Commonwealth University and is Associate Professor of Art at Washington College in Chestertown, Maryland.

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It happened one day, at a crossroads, in the middle of a crowd, people coming and going. I stopped, blinked: suddenly I understood nothing. Nothing, nothing about anything: I did not understand the reasons for things or for people.
. . .even now, every time (and it is often) that I find I do not understand something, then, instinctively, I am filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp the other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.
-Italo Calvino,
The Flash