It is not my usual to get verbose on the behind the scenes creating of my art, or to directly express with written words some of the emotions I’m feeling which motivate me to create. However, every once in awhile a project or series seems to plead and pull at me to go into more depth. So for those of you who happen to be viewing my work and are “Listening” this turned into one of those projects. Last year, […]
“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 […]
Not everyone will see your value. Which is why you must. 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 petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes […]
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 mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare […]
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 […]
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.
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 petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will […]
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 […]
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 […]
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.