Heidi Arneson is brimming with talent in so many different fields - a sort of Babe Ruth or Shohei Ohtani of the arts. Her quirky performance pieces could leave you laughing- or crying - while her weird deadpan delivery left you scratching your head, trying to figure out why. She paints and she recently completed a very readable novel: a thriller and a coming of age story with disturbing hints of child kidnappings.
When I lost my home downtown and Susan Opitz let me stay in her basement, Heidi brought me this painting for a housewarming present. In return I read her a poem and gave her my Invisible Jazz cd. Later she told me she had it playing while she was painting her house. That's how singers have it over poets.
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