wandering soul

moon after moon *

moon after moon *

VICTORIA PETTELLA

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

visual spells ) o (

visual spells ) o (

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 ~victoria pettella~
* Images are like seeds of energy. Creating in these worlds is a form of ritual for me. A deep affinity for the seasons & all aspects of transformation. A deep love for nature, all creatures, every sun, star & moon.~victoria pettella~

visual potions ~by candlelight

visual potions ~by candlelight

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Welcome* to my Visual Diary

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

seeds of creativity

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

a night of poems & black wings

a night of poems & black wings

follow her into the strange and beautiful~ poem

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Scars taste of moonlight











Strange Fairytales






Shine Wild











Wilderness of scars















Lightening Scar







Forest of scars








Joining the Beautiful Freaks Fest 2

Thanks to our lovely hosts

Magaly, Emma & Rommy






Your scars are beautiful



Thanks for visiting











12 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

My heart is thumping, thumping... dancing with delight right now! I think no on can look at this images (the red candles are pure mild magic), drink the moonlight you've poured into every line and not want to add their soul-song to them... Scars are door-building-magic, transformation's calling card, flesh-tales that say to the world: Look at me, I am a living masterpiece. And your art, my dearest Victoria, shows us all that in the most delicious of ways...

Thank you sooo much for adding your wild magic to the Beautiful Freaks Fest. I love, love, love it! ♥❤️♥

Victoria said...

Magaly!!! deep thanks,my soul shimmers and my heart is smiling at your beautiful and heart-warming words! I truly appreciate the magic you shine out and how much you inspire me and everyone around you..I love all that you wrote here..you are sparking up my soul with gorgeous wisdom and beauty..thank you!
hugs and much love creatrix sister..you are one wild magical woman!

Rommy said...

The words and imagery here are pure magic, extolling the enchantment of scars. I really adore this bit: Unwilling to die or be destroyed my flesh became a wilderness of beautiful scars. That just sings of an indomitable spirit determined to grow as strong and wild as they can.

Victoria said...

Rommy
Thank you..and thanks for such beautiful words...indomitable spirit...swoon, I love that, the thought of growing even more wild and strong is a magical thought.

Nicolas Hall said...

Well. . . I have never made this correlation before but. . .

All the scars I have are tied to childhood. Tied to the events and places that would, one day all these years later, call me back to their magic where I now see I always needed to be. They are like portals to that world. And I can recall how, often, when I was feeling lost in life, I would stare at them.

In particular the one in the center of my palm that is now so much smaller than it seemed at the age of seven. The one that is the only visible reminder of something I would never think to need help in remembering. . . or would I? After all, bruises heal, holes in brick walls and broken furniture are all replaced, good as new. The car that caused it long since gone I am sure. If not for that tiny scar, would I have pushed it away, miracle of grace that was and all? Would I have forgotten it, forgotten the voice that came from nowhere and commanded me to "lay down" a moment before? Would I have allowed that defining moment to be left behind in the rush to be something more adult and, by that choice, something undoubtedly less?

It's not the only scar from that event though. When I went home this past year and my mother told me to lift the living room rug (she had recently had all the old wall to wall removed and the wood floors redone) and there, under the area rug, the only scar the house itself bears from that night near to forty years ago. . . the burn mark from the tire that spun, searing itself in place once the car had come to a stop sitting over my prone seven year old body. Just one tiny scar. . . linked to another. Yes, I need to write about that. . . thank you Victoria for lighting the way with courage and wonder. :)

Oh I am sorry this was so off the topic of wanting comment on how wonderful your own post and expression was. Yes, it touches and inspires. . . obviously. : )

Victoria said...

Nicolas Hall
Wow Nicolas! This was a riveting and powerful read..thanks for sharing your inner world with me and the potent stories of long ago..your words and insights are steeped with deep seeds of energy, wisdom and magic. ..and I appreciate them all. I am touched and very glad you could share this here. It is indeed amazing, the magic and power of that one scar you received since being seven years old!
Thanks for visiting and adding your magic here
Victoria

Holly said...

Sorry I'm a wee bit late for the party. Lovely images and words I feel you all the way down to my core. Many blessings to you this upcoming Halloween and throughout the rest of this year.

Magic Love Crow said...

Thank you Victoria, for a beautiful, moving post! Very powerful your words are! Touched my soul! Big Hugs!

Tammie Lee said...

Dear Victoria,

This is powerful and beautiful and mystical.
Also it could not be more perfect for me as i ponder emotional scars that need to be resolved.

Thank you, thank you. I am off to read this again and let it inspire and sink in.

Victoria said...

Tammie Lee

your words touch my soul...deep thanks my magical friend for sharing your beautiful heart. Thank you!!

Victoria said...

Magic Love Crow

Thanks so much Stacy for such super generous words!

Victoria said...

Holly
Wishing you the same my sweet friend..thanks for shining your magic here.. always appreciated!

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wander through the veil with me

sunlit souls

VICTORIA PETTELLA ~

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

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

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~

shadows & souls

shadows & souls

A Deep Love for Creative Exploration

Creating imagery for me is a visual journey,
a way to explore & express hidden stories, inbetween worlds, 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 ~

moonlit flora spells

moonlit flora spells

my eternal

my eternal

where I have been lately *dream with me here

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~

all I ever wanted

all I ever wanted

** 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

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

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~

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

gothic spell

gothic spell

silent poet

sun-shadow

sun-shadow

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