Heather M. Shier Photography

11/30/2025

Who am I? I might just figure it out today. But tomorrow I’ll have to start all over again.

11/23/2025

When the question who do you want to be when you grow up turns into who am I, have we’ve “grown up”? I tried for a while to not be an artist because the pressure of this world demanded I “grow up”. BIG MISTAKE! Just like this piece of art... It’s all one big mistake. Look closely. I’m showing you the mess. My beautiful mess. I could keep it to myself but instead I’m zooming in on the imperfections. I usually try to hide the parts that could have been done better, the parts that displayed my lack of skills, the parts that look a little funky, the parts where I got frustrated and tried over and over again. But all those parts are really important…how come we never show them to each other. I always feel closer to other people when they share and expose their mess with me.

11/23/2025

11/22/2025

Hey pssst….I love you. ❤️ I really do!
It took a while for me to love myself. I’ve listened to my heart and followed it into heartache so many times that I stopped listening to it. I thought it was supposed to lead to happiness not pain. And then I realized that all the pain was the best thing that happened to me. Once I learned how to listen to the pain, it stopped hurting so much. I thought it would kill me if I felt it all. And it did! But it was just my ego dying. Not actually me. That tricky fu**er is so loud and convincing. 😮‍💨 And then there’s my heart all steady and gentle, whispering with humility…patiently waiting for me to listen to the truth and wisdom. No pressure, or demands. And that’s how I know it’s coming from my heart. Like the Elephant in the room… enormous and powerful but typically not talked about.

11/20/2025

Who am I? I remember being confused as a child, as if everyone else was following some rules that no one told me. It felt like everyone secretly knew what was going on and I didn’t. I knew as a child I had been here before. I knew there was purpose to the time, place and people I had chosen to be with on this planet.
One day I was reprimanded in religion class for claiming I was just like Jesus and so was everyone else. I felt so connected to everything I was confused why no one else seemed to feel it or talk about it. Confusion set in and fear of being seen as different turned into anxiety and depression. It became a secret I kept to myself, afraid of my own power, afraid of being judged and misunderstood. And then the message to hide this knowing was really ingrained as I became a woman. All the feelings of being connected become the disconnect. Now here I am questioning who am I like a f*ucking insane person, when clearly I’ve known all along.

11/19/2025

Who am I? The truth.
We’ve built our walls and our fences but we’ve yet to build a container for the wild feminine. It’s not that she cannot be contained, she just cannot be controlled. Try to control the wild feminine and watch chaos reign. Oh wait we already are!!!
The real question then is how do we embody the flow? How do we learn to dance in unison? To honor the masculine and feminine as two sides of the same coin spinning into eternity. Maybe what looks like chaos as the walls of our illusion crumble is just the wild feminine demanding we co create, in harmony as nature intended. I wholeheartedly believe if men bled once a month like women do menstruation would be worshipped instead of shamed. Tell me I’m wrong!

11/16/2025

“Who Am I?” I’m not sure. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. It’s feels scary to share that with people. But I’m stripping back all the layers of this illusion to get to the bottom of it. I’ve spent years believing women were weak. So I naturally hid the soft feminine deep inside me and hustled to show my worth. Striving to be productive and seen as tough, hard working and dependable. But I have no boundaries and suffer from over giving, people pleasing and sacrificing myself to prove I’m lovable. It’s taken years to see these patterns. But it all left me starving for love. So for the first time since childhood I stopped looking outside myself for love and spent years quietly contemplating who am I? And this is one of many pieces of mixed media art that has emerged from the journey. I’m a mysterious, sensual, rebellious, creative being living in the harsh edges of a man’s world. And in that world the feminine flow might as well be as made up as a mermaid

08/01/2024

Elephant Ear

05/14/2024

Scallions

05/14/2024

Blooming

05/01/2024

Just the way it curves

04/18/2024

Satin and Velvet