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Tag : arizona artist

06 Mar 2020

What is enough?

I twisted the sick Out of the sheets What healed me  Takes me down  I opened up I curled up But it’s never Enough I washed out The whitewash What fed me  Makes me hungry  I curled up I opened up But it’s never enough I watched peace In unknowing clouds What I saw with ease Makes me bleed  I fell down Through weighted days Resting my head On my feet Waiting for Hearts to beat Curled up Opened up […]

04 Mar 2020

Tomorrow will care

Staring down at the floor the storms aren’t blowing here anymore… I’ve seen their faces in all the empty places. Looking up they color the air with their dream struck words… Tomorrow will care. Photograph by Deanna Burton, words and edit by me  

02 Mar 2020

A series from an idea seedling

I am so much more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. The journey towards self-acceptance has lead me to be on the other side of lens more often, but still as the photographer with my self-portrait work. It’s not often I get a chance to collaborate with other artists. Letting others photograph me still fills me with nerves and panic, but I knew Deanna @zona_burtons would work her magic and that the experience would be transcendent. It […]

26 Feb 2020

film rolls 3 through 6

  About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these […]

18 Feb 2020

Dean at Joyride

Next to Joyride is one of my all time favorite places, Postino. That night with a purple coat of winter sky above.

18 Feb 2020
18 Feb 2020

And Oreos. Those don’t suck

Surrounded by my daughter’s positive affirmation post-it notes, and one partially obscured “Trump Sucks” one. And Oreos. Those don’t suck.     *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the […]

15 Feb 2020

Joyride

It’s not a light leak…just what I saw after a couple of cucumber Serrano margaritas at Joyride Taco. Fuji Superia 200 I was having resolution frustrations with my previous film shares, so now I’m scanning them myself. *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a […]

10 Feb 2020

Fiddler’s Dream Coffeehouse

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange […]

08 Feb 2020

Film rolls one through three

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange […]