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Tag : Natalie Wheeler Photography

21 Jan 2020

“Pick up the arrows of judgement…”

“Pick up the arrows of judgment and transform them into flowers of love…” David De Angelis 10 of cups 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 currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition […]

16 Jan 2020

The evolution of the soul…

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 a third born unicorn *cannot read maps *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. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.  

15 Jan 2020

Unfinished poems

Unfinished poems tossed between dreaming and drowning… 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 currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *will not need to worry about how to untattoo her eyebrows when that fad ends *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her […]

11 Jan 2020

Locks are hell

Good riddance Nerves in the wind Frightened ambivalence Decades of falling into the abyss Though no fault of my own… Now the hard climb out It nearly breaks The soul Tbe heart But with each breath With each step I Feel The keys may not be heaven But the locks are Hell.    

09 Jan 2020

The quiet ones…

the quiet ones… they often have just as much to say. their loud is just done a different way… 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 currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read maps *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot […]

08 Jan 2020

Silently she speaks

Silently she speaks in shades between the Sun And it’s Disappearance.   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 *author of  “Traveling in Cars with Dogs” *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be […]

07 Jan 2020

Inevitable decay inevitable flourishing

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 currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

07 Jan 2020

Between now and then…

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 currently writing the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night owl, *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

05 Jan 2020

You had fallen before you fell

  Your tears scatter and sting like a hive of bees as you wonder in full dream unwatched untimed not seen… until a mirrored tree smooth and stripped of splinters gifted you a View fully awake now you know You Had  Fallen Before You Fell. The wounds on your hands and knees and Everywhere between were never from the ground… As you looked up the sky locked with your eyes and the clouds soaked up your tears.   About the […]

03 Jan 2020

The Art of Beading and Foraging Pine Sap

Foraging for pine sap 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. *wishes she was the moon tonight *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters * Holds her storybooks of Pain like picked roses soaked in the midnight rain *one of these strange days she will be caught […]