Introduction

Allow me to explain myself. I’m Heath Yonaites and I enjoy making things. To avoid confusion, my last name is pronounced like NFL legend Johnny Unitas. Here’s a short autobiography written in third person so it sounds more official:

It has been said Heath was born under the kitchen sink because he could hear the water running. This cannot be officially corroborated. What we do know is he was brought forth in obscurity decades ago to supportive parents and raised in the northern suburbs of Chicago. An only child who was always imaginative and curious, Heath harnessed his creative nature from the first time he could hold a crayon and plink a piano key. Coupled with an inate interest in the mystical and spiritual, he has always pondered the enigmas of the extramundane, trying to understand the meaning of life. About to go sledding after school one day, his Grandmother spoke the most profound words he’d ever hear. She told him, “Try not to die.” So far, so good. An amiable loner, many of his best friends have been St. Bernards, and if asked he’ll admit to preferring the solitude of a sunrise to the cacophony of a crowd. Heath’s primary purpose in life has been some form of artistic self expression, in whatever guise it takes. He studied illustration at college and had many minor adventures thereafter. None of these escapades have yet to be documented in his unwritten book “At Least Elvis Died Doing What He Loved." Eventually Heath moved out west to New Mexico, fulfilling a lifelong yearning for scenery and seclusion. There he spent a few years renovating a house, exploring the mysteries of the landscapes and battling the infernal wind. Ultimately he emerged relatively unscathed, settling within the warm, serene foothills of the Superstition Mountains near Phoenix, Arizona. Here he spends the days painting in his studio but has also been known to fumble around on various guitars, photograph appealing places, write odd stories, read about stuff, collect obscure music, sprint back and forth, sleep, narrowly avoid javelina attacks, and stare wistfully into space.

Thanks for reading if you've gotten this far. Any comments or questions, please feel free to contact me (phonetically that’s heath at yonaites dot com).