About the artist: Natalie *can speak Dog and seven dialects of Cat *wears metaphorical pants and eyelashes *was a Vittra in a previous life *was a pink fairy armadillo in the life before that previous life AND *one of these days she will be caught in the long arms of the crowd.
unfinished poems tossed between dreaming and drowning Natalie *can speak Dog and certain dialects of Cat *wears metaphorical pants and eyelashes *was a shit kicker in a previous life *was an armadillo in the life before that previous life AND *one of these days she will be caught in the long arms of the crowd.
Logic is lost and dropped in things of dreams Natalie *can speak Dog and certain dialects of Cat *wears metaphorical pants and eyelashes *was a shit kicker in a previous life *was an armadillo in the life before that previous life AND *one of these days she will be caught in the long arms of the crowd.
The conduit to my Realm of Breath Natalie *can speak Dog and seven dialects of Cat *wears metaphorical pants and eyelashes *was a shit kicker in a previous life *was a panda in the life before that previous life AND *one of these days she will be caught in the long arms of the crowd.
Natalie *can speak Dog and certain dialects of Cat *wears metaphorical pants and eyelashes *was a shit kicker in a previous life *was an armadillo in the life before that previous life AND *one of these days she will be caught in the long arms of the crowd.
Magic Mental closet Full of Dreams And Pixie dust Natalie *can speak Dog and certain dialects of Cat *wears metaphorical pants and eyelashes *was a shit kicker in a previous life *was an armadillo in the life before that previous life AND *one of these days she will be caught in the long arms of the crowd.
She’s the Peas Waking up on her 38th Thanksgiving, she wasn’t thinking about food—at least not directly—and she definitely was not thinking about eating. The thoughts floating in her mind were only just a response to food on this particular day. Instead of gratitude, it is food that is the obvious centerpiece of this American “holiday.” If anything were to squash her appetite is the thought of pouring the grease of the bird on the dry dark meat like this […]
How do you navigate space? Do you breathe in the air to taste? Do you touch the wind on your face? Do you see the colors that can’t bee seen? Do you hear the hearts of other beings? Do you think that you are the only one here? The only one who can not disappear in space? Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with family. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have […]
Her ballads sweep the shadows into the breeze… Natalie is 65% Swedish, 45% German, 35% English, 1% Cherokee, 400% Goofball, 400% Rebel. Most days she is too tall to wear pants. She is best known for her solid math skills, bad handwriting, and reliable sarcasm.
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. Natalie resides in […]