My instrument www.actnaturallyphotography.com/day-of-the-living/ About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of Cat, 45 and a half Donkey dialects. *shakes hands with metaphorical monsters. *was a trapeze in a previous life. *paints it black. *paints it light. *spent her childhood in treehouse where the only entrance/exit was a climbing pole. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.
coming into being or disappearing… Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with family. 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, Lensdrop and Adobe. Her work/photography has been published by National Geographic Your Shot multiple times, and she was recently named their artist of the week. Her work has also been published by Lensbaby, Beyond the Wanderlust, and has […]
I am human nothing to do with me nothing to do with you everything to do with us. 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.
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 […]