I sell my art.

If you are interested in pricing on any of my original drawings or prints, please let me know by emailing me.               

I am currently caught up on all previous drawing commitments and available to do some commissioned pieces again.  If you are interested in working together to create a drawing –your photo(s) or idea, my pencils or charcoal and paper—please contact me to discuss. 

 

The best place to view my full collection of drawings is by visiting Heather Brager's Drawings.

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Petrichor. Pencil on paper. 19" x 24".

8.28.12

this vapid tension
is our blueprint

we could tear it down
but we don’t

© 8.28.12 heather brager

Incontiguous. Pencil on paper. 18" x 22". Sold.

the weight.

in the early years, you
could see a fragile shell
in the shape of a woman
as she passed by back-lit glass
you even fabricated her
bewildered and powerless
and maybe you wanted her
to be alone, but she would not

she carried your children, through it
and after it had ended
while you spun and vindicated
your sour emptiness
she was permanent, and she
saw you looking back
over your shoulder
at a woman who would not
come undone


© 8.22.12 heather brager

95 degrees and smoke.

this valley is a cage.

majesty sought

from other places and states

of mind on bright

cool mornings

we still admire the sky

the towering cliffs

the endless expanses

rolling out of sight

we are insignificant.

when the smoke

filters in

the dry red sun

dog days of august

her burnt clouds 

hanging low

touching our heads

her belly pressing us

to the ground

we think of the ocean.

© 8.14.12 heather brager

dream replete.

she will not open the door when you knock

her hands will be busy

in the sink washing dishes

she’ll rinse them and turn slowly

smelling of lemons

she will walk down the hallway

vanishing from your sight

she will not know you 

could see her

she will not answer the phone when it rings

she will feel the light

change in the room

and roll over in blankets

murmuring softly

hair smelling of lavender 

she will not see hours fading

across the bare walls

she will awaken, thinking

she saw you standing at the door

© 8.10.12 heather brager