WHO’S WHO IN WALWORTH  COUNTY:

Hart D. Fisher, publisher/author/producer of Boneyard Press

 Interview by: T. Allen Dyer

Question:  Mom or Dad?

Hart D. Fisher: Lucky. Both were very intelligent and fully   invested in their children’s happiness and success.

Question: Sunlight or Moonlight?

Hart D. Fisher: Both. But I do love the moon because it calls to us in a different way with its gravitational pull. I’m a bit sensitive so the chatter in my mind calms more at night and my creative side becomes fully alive.

Question: Wine or Water?

Hart D. Fisher:  Love the water. Part of why I’m here in Walworth County. Our lakes here are alive. And I love swimming. I’m a fish. Wine because it’s alive too.

Question: Children or Pets?

Hart D. Fisher: Both.  But I have no kids.  I like children and young adults and worked with at-risk youth when I was in Los Angeles. Many of my film crews are made up of people who had difficulties. As a sufferer of PTSD myself, due to a friend’s murder, and having my life threatened after publishing a Jeffery Dahmer comic book series, I know how much help young people need to navigate the world when growing into adults. So, I help them.  That, in turn, helps me too.

Question: Music or Movies?

Hart D. Fisher: Music. It comes first.  It has an emotional resonance when put in movies for instance. When we were babies in the womb, we all heard our mother’s heartbeat. We’re all children of that drum. That’s why we are all bound as brothers and sisters.

Question: Pagan or Prayer?

Hart D. Fisher: Paganprayer. We are all pagans. And we all pray in one way or another. We’re all born naked and screaming, but then, we are indoctrinated into our separate cultures. When you pray, and are reaching out, it’s a way to thank the universe, or to ask for help, so it seems prayer is speaking to the self, through a conduit, whether you are praying to a tree or a wooden crucifix.

Question: Beach or Forest?

Hart D. Fisher: The beach is fantastic when the water meets the land.  But the forest is teaming with life. The rhythm of the tide is like a neonatal heartbeat. But I feel energy from the forest. The military have experiments and research where trees wired to ECGs had gone mad with energy the exact moment their research leader, who had fed, watered, cared for them since seedlings, went down, dying in a plane crash. That exact moment. Trees speak to each other, protect each other. If a bee colony’s queen is removed and then taken away to some great distance, and later is exterminated, that is the exact moment her entire hive will die, not because of some pheromone release, but due to an unknowable connection. We are all connected and linked in ways we fail to comprehend, just like the forests, bees or us apes.

Question: Work or Play?

Hart D. Fisher:  Indistinguishable.