Heather Karp

When I paint, I hear music.
When I paint, I feel color.
When I paint, I see joy.

Painting takes me to a place filled with amazing silence--a silence that is loud in color and intense beauty. Everything around me fades away leaving me with a brush, a canvas and an overwhelming peacefulness. I am able to listen to my intuitive self and really hear the colors. I paint more from what feels right rather than what looks right letting the story unfold through color and emotion. I want the person experiencing my art to touch upon raw emotion, be it happiness, sadness or even fear...

When I paint, I hear music.
When I paint, I feel color.
When I paint, I see joy.

Painting takes me to a place filled with amazing silence--a silence that is loud in color and intense beauty. Everything around me fades away leaving me with a brush, a canvas and an overwhelming peacefulness. I am able to listen to my intuitive self and really hear the colors. I paint more from what feels right rather than what looks right letting the story unfold through color and emotion. I want the person experiencing my art to touch upon raw emotion, be it happiness, sadness or even fear.

Painting wasn't my original path, but it was definitely the one I was meant to walk. I started painting in 2006 as a way to regain a sense of myself after suffering a ruptured brain aneurysm several years before. Learning to paint felt like riding a bike even though I had never done it before. I knew the moment I picked up the brush, I was meant to paint. It healed not only an injured brain, but also an injured spirit and has brought me more joy than I can put in words.