How will you tell your story?

My name is Pam Heemskerk, and I am the Executive Director at Riverworks Art Center, a nonprofit arts organization founded by Sandy Wright and David Therriault. Lauren G. Koch is our Creative Director and together with our Board of Directors and Associate Artist Group, we are the people behind Riverworks Art Center. The founders and I share a distinct vision, that art has the potential to inspire, heal and be a change maker in the lives of our patrons, community, and environment.

Cultivating community through art and belonging.

Support in finding your voice as an artist.

Harnessing the power of the creative act in healing self, community, and the environment.

We are the storytellers .....

Storytelling is an act of understanding our experiences. It helps us to make sense of the world. Artists of all kinds are storytellers, pulling from their awareness, processing it, and then sharing it with others. Artists hold up the beauty and the terror, often at the same time, moving the viewer through a transformative experience.

To tell you about Riverworks, and how it became a place for artists, I would like to start with my personal journey to becoming an artist and mentor.

I am an artist. My mediums are primarily photography, book arts, and writing. I weave these processes together to create a narrative body of work. From a feminine lens, I examine the role of domesticity and wildness, and the tension between the two. The duality of our nature as creature and tamed, provides lush ground for exploration in my work.

Origin Stories:

A place to begin.

Origin: inception, root, source Story: a dramatic narrative arc

My art making process has an origin. It begins with a desire to understand my inner world, a situation, or a state of being. A question will usually appear subconsciously, and I try to follow it wherever it might lead.

Much like the spider in the Walt Whitman Poem, A Noiseless Patient Spider, I spin around and around, weaving together an answer. Or get as close as I can get to one.

A noiseless patient spider

I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.