wandering soul

wandering soul

VICTORIA PETTELLA

~VICTORIA PETTELLA ~ PHOTOGRAPHY ~ ART ~ IMAGERY & EXPLORATORY SEEDS

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A natural draw to the experimental side of things

Sparked by an Explorative & curious nature; I love the Experimental & Intuitive side of creativity. Creation is always awake, it lives uncaged & free, no rules to follow, only new seeds to explore.
I love all that is unusual & mysterious . I find connection & meaning in all that is imperfect, flawed & strangely-beautiful. I am drawn to the unseen, the ethereal-soulful essence of both light & dark, the spirit of nature, the seasons of transformation, patterns of creation and finding hidden magic in ordinary things.
~victoria pettella~

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artist *) O ( * l u n a t i o n s * ) film~digital~experimental

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A deep love for the strange & unusual. Drawn to the soulful, poetic; all that is flawed, broken & beautiful ~vpettella~

Poems seeking light

Poems seeking light

A Deep Love for Creative Expression and Exploration

Creating imagery for me is a visual journey,
a way to explore & express hidden stories, emotions, visions & soul-dreams. I am sparked by the Experimental , Explorative and intuitive side of things. Every experience teaches me..it shapes me and calls me towards something invisibly new. ~victoria pettella ~

welcome*

welcome*
analog/film~digital~experimental / visual art, design, projects & collabs

shadows & souls

shadows & souls

s e a s o n s

The seasons will tell us
when to bury our winged
when to unearth our song
& when to untangle the dreaming things ~
victoria pettella~

moonlit flora spells

moonlit flora spells

where I have been lately *dream with me here

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a night of poems & black wings

a night of poems & black wings

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Forever wild and free



🌿
F o r e v e r 
w i l d
& f r e e

🌿

Near the tiny row of ghost flowers
a cricket perches it's song as an offering
a ruby moth hovers by my pale neck
dusting it with the incense of the forest
I sit with sword and amulet by my heart, waiting
as a velvet plum sunset lights the tangled land

there are bonfires in the distance
but I remain low to the ground
reading the moss, bark and stone
for hidden language
and searching for half deep sleep
and visions to render my hovering mind
I dream alone; questing within.
The night is shaking down
the dark womb of trees and wavering leaves
 to answer me

a single breath emits
a dripping moon
transiting over my soul's bones
and leaving me open
for the young wolves to take
they gently eat my wounds
and make me new again.

the morning crashes in
 like the brilliant murmur of starlings
and I awaken with the scent of the amber sun
and the taste of dragons falling off my tongue
the flesh of me glistens like light underwater
and I know I am different somehow
for falling
feels like flying
and I cannot stop my dreaming eyes
from wandering off the seams
of death and life

I am feasting on the beauty
of jeweled earth and wet bark
and the green lace of summer leaves
shimmering high above
I climb, they are calling me
I keep climbing toward the voices
until I feel the forest and flesh
slip away from me
and I know only
feathers and air
a gust of breath
  and I become One
with the wind's sacred embrace
I am forever wild
 and
I am
free.
~victoria pettella~

🌿



This poem and post is dedicated to
 the Beautiful Creatrix
Magaly Guerrero
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I want to especially thank her
for her Stitched Poetry Giveaway
( pictured above)
~I am made of wild~

It is sacred, beautiful and magical to me!
Thank you Magaly!


You can explore Magaly's beautiful darkly poetic world
here..
http://magalyguerrero.com/




Sunday, July 2, 2017

In her swan garden


💘

In her swan garden
there was an old wooden arrow
laying near the larkspur, bees upon spires
In her swan garden
there was a rose red book
weathered pages
poems from long ago

In her swan garden
there was a chatting rook
climbing up the arbor with blue morning glory
tilting about, he flapped blackly wings
telling all below the tales of his summer

In her swan garden
there was a dying mother toad
crushed by the stormy shards of silver rain
I found her near the old stone circle
where the green ivy prayed
I held her by my heart
with pink petals and salt
And waited until her eyes
could hold no more
but the sun

In her swan garden
there were many creatures and forgotten souls
gnarled vines and cracked branches
shed from ancient trees above
and a labyrinth of wilting flowers now turning to seed

The seasons will tell us when to bury our winged
when to unearth our song
and when to untangle the dreaming things
she wrote in her book each night
before the stars came collapsing in
I watched in the quiet until she was done
and it was there she would vanish
into a spiral of a thousand winds
in her swan garden
in her swan garden
in her swan garden
I held every page
~victoria pettella~

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Sunday, June 25, 2017

And those who were seen dancing


And those were seen dancing

were thought to be insane

by those who could not hear the music

~Nietzsche~




















Joining 


for the Beautiful Freaks Fest 2017






Friday, June 23, 2017

The Beautiful dark, wander with me


w e l c o m e 
strange & beautiful souls




The way in...













forest of spells





soul poems









the way out...






Joining Magaly and Emma
for the Beautiful Freaks Fest 2017.
Many thanks to our hosts!






PS: friends...I notice I am having a hard time leaving comments on wordpress blogs
I will try again..please know I have visited!

Monday, June 5, 2017

often she appears to me






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often she appears to me

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Often she appears to me
calling me out of the sorrow and darkness
She reminds me of the strength 
hidden inside
all the ashes I wore 
& the fire that once burned
ever so brightly 
within me.
Her presence 
shakes my soul awake
to seek and embrace 
the glowing stars and ghost flames
falling from 
the black night above
And without any wings at all
I rise...
Knowing
who I once was.
~victoria pettella~






💮

And without any wings at all
I rise...

Knowing
who
I once
was





Wednesday, April 19, 2017

the spirit is always free



the mind is a maze
the heart a tomb
the body, a cage
the soul, a deep wound
but the spirit
is free
the spirit is free
the spirit is free
the spirit is free

the spirit is always free

remember this
and all that is broken
can break no more
it can only mend and intuit light
like the breath moving inward
rising with hope
till it becomes
the beautiful outbreath
of peace

the pain of memory ceases
unthreading all
of the tiny scars,
leaving only love
to fill the spaces in
widening into a new world
that pulses
with the life-force
of freedom.
~victoria pettella~
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the mind is awake
the heart in bloom
the body a cave
the soul a deep womb
for
the spirit 
is
free
the spirit
is 
free

the spirit 
is 
a l w a y s
 f r e e


VICTORIA PETTELLA ~

A Visual Archive of Meditation and Dreams.
A place to Experiment and Journey with Exploratory Seeds

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

A natural draw to the experimental side of things..

Sparked by an Explorative and curious nature; I love the Experimental & Intuitive side of creativity. Creation is always awake, it lives uncaged and free, no rules to follow, only new seeds to explore.
I love all that is unusual & mysterious . I find connection & meaning in all that is imperfect, flawed & strangely-beautiful. I am drawn to the unseen, the ethereal-soulful essence of both light & dark, the spirit of nature, the seasons of transformation, patterns of creation and finding hidden magic in ordinary things.
~victoria pettella~

weaving souls and stories

weaving souls and stories
analog/film~digital~experimental photography, visual art, design, projects& collabs

sacred spaces~

sacred spaces~

sunlit souls

the witches feast ~ romantic still life

the witches feast ~ romantic still life

wander through the veil with me

a spell that tranforms

a spell that tranforms
nature

** symbolic visions **

** symbolic visions **

)O( ***

)O( ***

Nature is a Meditation

Nature is a Meditation

wander with me

wander with me
analog/film~digital~experimental / visual art, projects & collabs

spells & dreams

she is moon..

she is moon..

one night the stars... let me in

Autumn' sLight

Autumn' sLight

poeme

poeme

ritual

ritual

ash and seed

ash and seed

uncaged & free

uncaged & free

spark~illumination~transformation

spark~illumination~transformation

Creative Encounters & Kindred Spirits

I love to meet and connect with fellow creatives! I have a deep appreciation for all artists, creative thinkers, unique souls.
While my nature is mostly introverted and I thrive as a hidden -solitaire, I have found connecting with other creative-spirits to be profoundly nourishing and deeply magical in ways my soul understands. To those I have met along the way that have enriched my life with your art-music-writing-creations-passion-energy-open-mindedness....I thank you immeasurably ! and to those I have reconnected with..thank you for giving me a sense of community in a world I always felt on my own in. Thank you for these creative encounters, they have transformed me.

solitary world

solitary world

the unseen

the unseen

releasing the shadows and returning to light

releasing the shadows and returning to light

visual poems..

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

new soul

new soul

portals & time travel

portals & time travel

ghosts of introversion

ghosts of introversion

sacred key

sacred key

soul wisdom

soul~sacred connection

soul~sacred connection

v i s i o n s

v i s i o n s

where I belong~ arms of the infinite

where I belong~ arms of the infinite

welcome to my hidden realm

welcome to my hidden realm

sometimes you must walk alone

sometimes you must walk alone
sacred journeys of the soul~ self-portraits of healing & transformation

dreaming seeds

dreaming seeds

Connecting & Creating

Connecting & Creating

Dark Blooms

Dark Blooms

first love ~ and the freedom to create

I think every child at some point has first picked up a camera, (toy or real) and fell in love with that special magic. I was always fascinated by black & white photos, polaroids & old pictures in family albums. In my teens I began my adventure with photography, then again in my 20's, I played in the darkroom developing film & creating prints, this is probably when I fell more deeply in love with it all.

I had a Pentax camera given to me from my older brother that I carried everywhere I roamed, shooting film wherever my spirit took me. I always explored on my own, (with a little bit of knowledge in my pocket) plus my intuitive nature guiding me in my own way to learn more and to seek and experiment in new ways. I love both analog and digital but my heart belongs in the darkroom.

I truly don't follow any rules, I like to feel free and uncaged and instead feel inspired to create in whatever way I feel guided in each moment...chasing seeds and visions is a journey afterall ! I love to feel my way through the Unseen, it is how we discover hidden realms and new strands to weave with.

Wherever you are on your adventure, be true to your own creative nature & follow your artistic-spirit as it speaks to you ..explore, have fun..keep creating and experimenting from your soul. Keep questing, take risks, indulge your unique-instincts and allow your artistic freedom to naturally unfold itself to you. ~victoria pettella~

guitar-flora

guitar-flora

Meditations of Healing~Magic~ Visionary-Creatrix

Meditations of Healing~Magic~ Visionary-Creatrix

you were always meant to be free

you were always meant to be free

colors

colors

lilac memory~reflections

gothic spell

gothic spell

silent poet

sun-shadow

sun-shadow

weaving the seasons of my soul

weaving the seasons of my soul

Creatives Connecting ..

Creatives Connecting ..
Collaborations/ Projects & Seeds

Driftworld

Driftworld

l i l a c

l i l a c
m e m o r y

u n v e i l

u n v e i l

a u r a

a u r a

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Secret Realm

The Secret Realm
What is behind the door of shadow and light...

the individual

the individual