VICTORIA PETTELLA

~ PHOTOGRAPHY ~ ART ~WORD~ IMAGERY & EXPLORATORY SEEDS

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A natural draw to the experimental side of things

*Creation is always awake, it lives uncaged & free, no rules to follow, only new seeds to explore~victoria pettella*


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Welcome* to my Visual Diary
analog/film~digital~experimental / visual art, design, projects

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a night of poems & black wings

a night of poems & black wings

raven in love with the moon

raven in love with the moon

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Forever wild and free



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F o r e v e r 
w i l d
& f r e e

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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~

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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


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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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** ethereal dreamworlds **

** ethereal dreamworlds **

seeds of creativity

Themes of transformation & transiting through cycles of life, breath, death & healing seem to seep into my work. Nature, creation & the ever-morphing seasons are a constant guiding force & inspiration.
~victoria pettella~

visual potions ~by candlelight

visual potions ~by candlelight

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wander through the veil with me

Poems seeking light

Poems seeking light

To all the rare flowers

To all  the rare flowers

**b e a u t i f u l ** s o u l s**

We are all strange and unusual; flawed, broken and beautiful ~victoria pettella

poeme

poeme

shadows & souls

shadows & souls

moonlit flora spells

moonlit flora spells

where I have been lately *dream with me here

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

weaving souls and stories

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

sacred spaces~

sacred spaces~

** symbolic visions **

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Nature is a Meditation

Nature is a Meditation

one night the stars... let me in

Autumn' sLight

Autumn' sLight

ash and seed

ash and seed

uncaged & free

uncaged & free
a beautiful storm

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..

visual poems..

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

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

new soul

new soul

ghosts of introversion

ghosts of introversion

Dark Blooms

Dark Blooms

you were always meant to be free

colors

colors

gothic spell

gothic spell

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...