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Tag : self portrait

17 Jan 2018

Night Moves in Blue

It had been too long since I had taken my self-portraiture medicine.  I was starting to get twitchy-twitchy (yes, doubly twitchy).  I have been unable make space during the daylight hours to accomplish self-portraits as of late- a temporary issue, but one I needed to work around.  In order to make this series of photographs, I had to break from my reliance on the sunshine.  I drew from a completely different light source, a “no signal” blue light from a […]

12 Jan 2018

Not Between My Walls

If I am only a million secrets Living within the deep cuts If I was only a portal to pass Breathing between the cracks If I am only nothing at all… Than it is so, but not between my walls       About the Artist: Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic […]

30 Nov 2017

the rose

“The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.” -Sa’adi Shirazi   “I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.” – Eleanor Roosevelt     View previous self-portrait post here:  nightly programming About the Artist: Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her […]

29 Nov 2017
29 Nov 2017

nightly programming

my favorite nightly programming… can’t get the facts wrong can’t be biased can’t be bought or sold.   About the Artist: Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com, her work/photography has been published by Lensbaby and Beyond the Wanderlust. She can be found on Instagram @natalie_a_wheeler.  

22 Nov 2017

Behind the Pixeled Curtain

“Behind the Pixeled Curtain” Whatever your physical appearance, status, or attachments, it seems it is impossible to escape judgement.  Dig deep, learn all you can about yourself and your own opinions.  If you choose to create according to those beliefs, you are already stronger than those on the sidelines judging, and it won’t take long to always hear your voice over theirs.  This is your shield of self-love, that no one can take from you.         About […]

20 Nov 2017

Reasons Why

Reasons why I “shouldn’t” share this photo: 1)  I do not fit the narrow and confining standards of female beauty our society holds absolute because  I’m 4’ 11.”  I have been ridiculed my whole life about my stature/physique.  I am reminded of this almost every time I leave the house, as typically someone makes a comment to me that leaves me really knocked down.  It’s taken me nearly 30 years to figure out how to find a healthy outlet for […]

17 Oct 2017

Edge of Thirty-Seven

Upon waking on Tuesday, October 3rd,  I was struck with an intense desire to start writing.  I skipped my daily five mile morning hike and picked up my pen instead.  The day before had been full of heartbreak for many, myself included.  With the horrific mass shooting at a Las Vegas concert and Tom Petty’s passing, I felt uncontrollable sadness.  I  knew I needed to figure out how to channel that sadness into something else that would help me refocus […]

21 Jun 2017

Shades Like Hazel

Shades Like Hazel Reaching out your hand of stone Digging in that vast boneyard For the remains of those who trust They bury your lies while you roam With time broken bones heal Together harder than before And echoes of sorry turn to steel   And was it just so easy And so very simple, For you, for you Because I wanted to believe I wanted to believe in shades like hazel in shades like hazel But without vision… Without […]

18 May 2017

Caught by the Moon

I wrote a little thing yesterday in a waiting room.  The photos came by night, unable to sleep….around 1am by using only streetlight coming in my bedroom windows. Waiting Moon You…you…find me like this, and I’m sorry You…you…love me like this, like I’m worthy And for all I know, I can’t comprehend it And you’ll never make me understand it Chasing me down that silent street My streetlight shadows outrun my feet, and I’ll trip again on that unsteady tightrope For […]