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

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

Monday, October 26, 2015

weaving her wings




Autumn draws in another deep breath
Filled with mist and gossamer veils
Memory of summer has scattered and fallen
Moon spills open Seeds from their shell

Hidden below a Songbird`s bones
Twisting arms of a Druid's Tree
Broken butterfly and wooden moth
Softly shattered in the mossy leaves

A quiet lull as Sun goes down
staked through the heart of Earth and Crown
Amber Goddess plummets down
adorning the land in her jeweled gown

Bleeding her dream for a new world to begin
The Earth rests and takes her body Within
Swallowing the tail of Autumn`s  Skin
A skeletal prayer , now weaving her Wings

  -victoria pettella-











w e a v i n g   h e r   w i n g s



Hidden below 
a Songbird`s bones
Twisting arms 
of a Druid's Tree
Broken butterfly 
and wooden moth
Softly shattered 
in the mossy leaves
~victoria pettella~





Wishing you all a Magical End to this powerful month 
& to the Beauty of October's Full Moon in Taurus
*


The End of October
A time of tribute to the Ancestor Spirits
and of Loved Ones now gone..
A Sacred & Magical time
and the beginning of Celtic New Year



The slow vanishing of October's Amber Veil






Forest~Window




FOREST WINDOWS ~ PORTALS OF NATURE
a forest-window 
carries 
seeds of light 
new energy
new life
*

wishing you all new seeds 
and new dreams to create with..







WEAVING HER WINGS


The Land of Mists thinning 
and reconnecting us 
to the realm of those now gone
A Time to Honor & Celebrate
the Sacred reunion of living and dead
and a time of 
dedication, love and tribute to them.
~victoria pettella~



W E A V I N G  H E R  W I N G S
Autumn draws in another deep breath
Filled with mist and gossamer veils
Memory of summer has scattered and fallen
Moon spills open Seeds from their shell

Hidden below a Songbird`s bones
Twisting arms of a Druid's Tree
Broken butterfly and wooden moth
Softly shattered in the mossy leaves

A quiet lull as Sun goes down
staked through the heart of Earth and Crown
Amber Goddess plummets down
adorning the land in her jeweled gown

Bleeding her dream for a new world to begin
The Earth rests and takes her body Within
Swallowing the tail of Autumn`s  skin
A skeletal prayer , now weaving her Wings

  -victoria pettella-









Happy Full Moon( Supermoon Tues Oct 27th)
and a Magical Ending
to October's Spirit...
Victoria~






To all kindreds who celebrate & observe 
their own special traditions and the many celebrations
during this time
Happy Halloween/ Samhain/  Day of the Dead/
Happy Celtic New year /Witches NewYear





Tuesday, October 6, 2015

prayer of the raven-girl






prayer of the raven-girl




s h e

o n c e

h e l d

t h e

s  u  n








she

now

b e l o n g s

to

the 

m   o   o   n









prayer of the raven-girl







she once 
held the sun

she now belongs 
to the moon








Prayer of the Raven-Girl

She once Held
 the Sun
She now
Belongs to the 
Moon

and it was
t h e r e
in the Sacred Light
of Mother's grey-veined veil
where all her lost Sisters 
and the blue and white ravens danced
And it was only there
 she could know her Truth

and even as the Sun 
darkened away from her
she understood her lonely prayer
as the Moon lit itself 
in white fires and blissful rain 
the candles melted all the way down 
into the earth of burning sage and lavender wands
and there she was reborn

The dying sunflowers
 took her last sharp golden-breath
and sank her deeply 
into Autumn's red belly 
of severed claws and broken jewels

the Mists of Mother took her spirit 
way up high , softly
and she rose 
like a strange and beautiful ghost 
made of crystal-white petals and silver ashes
she became the Star-filled night
bleeding like midnight inks and azure metals 
across the glowing wings of the cosmos
in this world
she knew she would never be alone again

Prayer of the Raven-girl
she once 
h  e  l  d 
the  S  u  n
powerfully and brightly 
in the arms of her gentle mourning-soul
longing for dream-seeds
longing for home

now she Answers to  the
Call of the Moon
her Spirit finally 
unhinged
  and free to  
r o a m
the realm of blue-ravens 
and ancient storms
 wandering with the Sun-skulls 
and the wild Wolf-bones
 pulsing into
 the mists 
of all that is Unknown
~victoria pettella~
magic prose




bleeding midnight inks and azure metals

she became the Star-filled night
bleeding like midnight inks and azure  metals 
across the glowing wings of the cosmos
in this world
she knew she would never be alone again
~victoria pettella~






The lost sisters
and it was
t h e r e
in the Sacred Light
of Mother's grey-veined veil
where all her lost Sisters 
and the blue and white ravens danced
And it was only there
 she could know her Truth
~victoria pettella~





the dragonfly's golden breath

The dying sunflowers
 took her last sharp golden breath
and sank her deeply 
into Autumn's red belly 
of severed claws and broken jewels
~victoria pettella~







The land of sun-skulls and wolf-bones

her Spirit finally 
unhinged
  and free to  
r o a m
the realm of blue-ravens 
and ancient storms
 wandering with the Sun-skulls 
and the wild Wolf-bones
 pulsing into
 the mists 
of all that is Unknown
~victoria pettella~




she belongs to the moon~  mists of invisible magic


Thank you for visiting 
my little realm of dreamseeds
victoria










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 **

)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