Heather Neill


Visions of Home: The Work of Heather Neill

There is beauty to be found in the pattern on a porcelain teacup, or the “patina of a working boat at rest.” In her nostalgic, lifelike, and sometimes whimsical paintings, artist Heather Neill pays homage to the ordinary — items that are likely overlooked before Neill captures their essence in luxuriant color and exquisite detail. Follow Neill as she finds inspiration for her latest painting, all the while expounding on her muses, which include her wife, Pat, and a handful of dear friends who are bastions of New England Yankee-ism. From the expansive blue of the Martha’s Vineyard coastline to the verdant green of her garden in rural Pennsylvania, see the world through this artist’s eyes, and get a peek into her process, as she explores what it really means to be “home.” (48:03)


Nantucket Blue

Not a Photorealist

Why Teacups

Nostalgia for Objects


Setting Up Still Life


Heather Neill, Barbarella and David Fokos, Patricia Lackey


With the help of the Granary Gallery, we were able to secure the recently renovated Capawock Theatre in Vineyard Haven as the location for our World Premiere of the film. The night of the show, the theater — which seats almost 200 — was packed.

Inside the Capawock Theatre


Barbarella recounts her feelings that night: I don’t know how to express in words the emotions I felt when the credits appeared and a theater full of people burst into applause that lasted the duration of the credits. Relief? Humility? A strange mixture of embarrassment and pride? When the lights came on, the artist herself stood up in the aisle, and did the “I’m not worthy” bow. But we all knew better. She joined us at the front for a brief Q&A, and then we all went to dinner to bask in the glow of a successful evening. Fun side note: Heather had NOT seen the film prior to that night. We’d kept it from her, and she demonstrated enormous trust by not pestering us to see it. This was a film about her and her work, so her response was all that mattered, and most of my nervousness before the show had to do with whether or not the artist would approve of how we’d portrayed her. And she was happy. Pat, who is the least guarded person I’ve ever met, reportedly cried several times, in a good way.