My name is Natalie and I am older than dirt.
I subsist on the consummation of paint, the vapors of glue, and imbibe only ink and spirits.
I see the world through a camera lens, speak in song and riddle, and manipulate any material I can get my greedy paws on.
Art is life.
And life is good.
Fellow Aquarians, pirates, photography, booze, painting, chocolate, Egyptian Mythology, lucid dreaming, kitty-cats, mermaids, the color blue, stage make-up, feathers, velvet, and making an ass out of myself in public. (There is nothing better than drinking and dancing with like-minded friends.)
Spiders, sand in my sheets, when my pants don't fit, when I can't find an art supply in the mess of my closet, and the word: "cunt". You've really earned yourself a spot on my shit list if you hear me use it.
Nine Inch Nails, Imogen Heap, Kate Havnevik, Puscifer, Placebo, Natalie Imbruglia, Type O Negative, Conjure One, Delerium, Kidney Thieves, Duncan Sheik, Loreena McKennitt, Sarah McLachlan, Robert Miles, Tool, A Perfect Circle, Tori Amos, Fiona Apple, Regina Spektor, Milla Jovovich, Shiny Toy Guns, Phantogram, Florence + The Machine.
Soundtracks I can't live without: 300, King Arthur, Brotherhood of the Wolf, Batman Begins, & The Secret Garden