Wild me
@wildme.bsky.social
Art
Is the the pause between lines,
The space between shapes.
It is what colors taste like.
It is what the eyes feel,
Deep in our bodies.
Your body is the canvas.
Your life is the medium.
You are the message.
*Not selling. Transmuting energy into ❤️
Is the the pause between lines,
The space between shapes.
It is what colors taste like.
It is what the eyes feel,
Deep in our bodies.
Your body is the canvas.
Your life is the medium.
You are the message.
*Not selling. Transmuting energy into ❤️
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Wild me
@wildme.bsky.social
· Dec 15
I may be here for a moment or a while. Not sure yet. A place to collect my thoughts through images and words. Currently doing art on my phone. Textures & colors inspire me. I am obsessed with the human body. All the shapes It can make. I don't have one kind of medium.
Chasing cotton candy sunset dreams 🍭
#digitalart #photography #sunset #phoneart #femaleartist #collageart
#digitalart #photography #sunset #phoneart #femaleartist #collageart
November 13, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Chasing cotton candy sunset dreams 🍭
#digitalart #photography #sunset #phoneart #femaleartist #collageart
#digitalart #photography #sunset #phoneart #femaleartist #collageart
November 6, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Part 3- A journal through my eyes
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
October 30, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Part 3- A journal through my eyes
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
Part 2- A journal through my eyes
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
October 30, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Part 2- A journal through my eyes
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
A journal through my eyes
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
October 30, 2025 at 1:30 PM
A journal through my eyes
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
In the end, all that lingers is gratitude for fleeting people, the passing places and moments that chose to stay a while.
#blackandwhitephotography #femaleartist #phoneart #solojourney #soul-searching #lagunadeapoyo
There are many paths to a meaningful sense of the natural world - Blackfoot
Break free from linear time and remember we are energy moving in cycles and patterns of death and rebirth.
#collageart #phoneart #sunset #nature #femaleartist #photography
Break free from linear time and remember we are energy moving in cycles and patterns of death and rebirth.
#collageart #phoneart #sunset #nature #femaleartist #photography
September 26, 2025 at 11:55 AM
There are many paths to a meaningful sense of the natural world - Blackfoot
Break free from linear time and remember we are energy moving in cycles and patterns of death and rebirth.
#collageart #phoneart #sunset #nature #femaleartist #photography
Break free from linear time and remember we are energy moving in cycles and patterns of death and rebirth.
#collageart #phoneart #sunset #nature #femaleartist #photography
Passion or rage. Pain or pleasure. Why not both? To love deeply, create authentically or exist honestly, we have to be able to hold both truths. Otherwise, we are only skimming the surface.
#digitalart #photography #phoneart
#digitalart #photography #phoneart
September 10, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Passion or rage. Pain or pleasure. Why not both? To love deeply, create authentically or exist honestly, we have to be able to hold both truths. Otherwise, we are only skimming the surface.
#digitalart #photography #phoneart
#digitalart #photography #phoneart
July 22, 2025 at 1:02 PM
July 8, 2025 at 11:27 AM
Textures in the world remind me of the depth of human experience.
Carpet has fibers of all shapes and sizes. Wood has cracks and spaces.
Mirroring the complexities of human existence.
#nature #naturalfibers #photography #collageart #digitalart #phoneart
Carpet has fibers of all shapes and sizes. Wood has cracks and spaces.
Mirroring the complexities of human existence.
#nature #naturalfibers #photography #collageart #digitalart #phoneart
July 6, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Textures in the world remind me of the depth of human experience.
Carpet has fibers of all shapes and sizes. Wood has cracks and spaces.
Mirroring the complexities of human existence.
#nature #naturalfibers #photography #collageart #digitalart #phoneart
Carpet has fibers of all shapes and sizes. Wood has cracks and spaces.
Mirroring the complexities of human existence.
#nature #naturalfibers #photography #collageart #digitalart #phoneart
Memories of childhood
Invisible holes.
Walled off without sound or images.
No reels to replay.
Only feelings remain.
I work to rewire the echoes,
Of what the child could not see.
#phoneart #digitalart #artoftheday #photography
Invisible holes.
Walled off without sound or images.
No reels to replay.
Only feelings remain.
I work to rewire the echoes,
Of what the child could not see.
#phoneart #digitalart #artoftheday #photography
June 18, 2025 at 12:56 PM
Memories of childhood
Invisible holes.
Walled off without sound or images.
No reels to replay.
Only feelings remain.
I work to rewire the echoes,
Of what the child could not see.
#phoneart #digitalart #artoftheday #photography
Invisible holes.
Walled off without sound or images.
No reels to replay.
Only feelings remain.
I work to rewire the echoes,
Of what the child could not see.
#phoneart #digitalart #artoftheday #photography
Society's Expectations
We were never meant to line up and fit into boxes.
Can we take off the mask now?
Ego is just the curtain we hide behind.
Stop letting the outside noise shape you-or you'll be created by your own destruction.
#femaleartist #digitalart #phoneart #collageart #ego
We were never meant to line up and fit into boxes.
Can we take off the mask now?
Ego is just the curtain we hide behind.
Stop letting the outside noise shape you-or you'll be created by your own destruction.
#femaleartist #digitalart #phoneart #collageart #ego
June 3, 2025 at 12:25 PM
Society's Expectations
We were never meant to line up and fit into boxes.
Can we take off the mask now?
Ego is just the curtain we hide behind.
Stop letting the outside noise shape you-or you'll be created by your own destruction.
#femaleartist #digitalart #phoneart #collageart #ego
We were never meant to line up and fit into boxes.
Can we take off the mask now?
Ego is just the curtain we hide behind.
Stop letting the outside noise shape you-or you'll be created by your own destruction.
#femaleartist #digitalart #phoneart #collageart #ego
Looking through the lenses, but I still can't find myself.
#photography #samsungphone #phoneart #sunset
#photography #samsungphone #phoneart #sunset
May 16, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Looking through the lenses, but I still can't find myself.
#photography #samsungphone #phoneart #sunset
#photography #samsungphone #phoneart #sunset
May 1, 2025 at 12:56 PM
Shapes
Spaces
Color
Layers
Strange art
Some days nothing is clear
#digitalart #phoneart #selfportrait #collageart #creativeplay
Spaces
Color
Layers
Strange art
Some days nothing is clear
#digitalart #phoneart #selfportrait #collageart #creativeplay
April 16, 2025 at 12:19 PM
Shapes
Spaces
Color
Layers
Strange art
Some days nothing is clear
#digitalart #phoneart #selfportrait #collageart #creativeplay
Spaces
Color
Layers
Strange art
Some days nothing is clear
#digitalart #phoneart #selfportrait #collageart #creativeplay
Full Moon In April
Afternoon glow illuminates the body,
Lingering in its dark corners.
Preparing for the pull of the moon.
Everything that is hidden begins to surface.
The darkness arrives.
The moon invites the soul to be witnessed.
#phoneart #fullmoon #digitalart #sunset #shadows
Afternoon glow illuminates the body,
Lingering in its dark corners.
Preparing for the pull of the moon.
Everything that is hidden begins to surface.
The darkness arrives.
The moon invites the soul to be witnessed.
#phoneart #fullmoon #digitalart #sunset #shadows
April 12, 2025 at 12:19 PM
Full Moon In April
Afternoon glow illuminates the body,
Lingering in its dark corners.
Preparing for the pull of the moon.
Everything that is hidden begins to surface.
The darkness arrives.
The moon invites the soul to be witnessed.
#phoneart #fullmoon #digitalart #sunset #shadows
Afternoon glow illuminates the body,
Lingering in its dark corners.
Preparing for the pull of the moon.
Everything that is hidden begins to surface.
The darkness arrives.
The moon invites the soul to be witnessed.
#phoneart #fullmoon #digitalart #sunset #shadows
April 6, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Clarity
Overwhelming but not chaotic.
I feel it in my body,
Between my ribs,
Through my fingers,
It is vast.
It is limitless.
Stretching my boundaries,
Like a wildfire illuminating my being.
Suddenly, everything makes sense.
The universe speaks to me -
I don't just listen,
I know.
Overwhelming but not chaotic.
I feel it in my body,
Between my ribs,
Through my fingers,
It is vast.
It is limitless.
Stretching my boundaries,
Like a wildfire illuminating my being.
Suddenly, everything makes sense.
The universe speaks to me -
I don't just listen,
I know.
April 1, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Clarity
Overwhelming but not chaotic.
I feel it in my body,
Between my ribs,
Through my fingers,
It is vast.
It is limitless.
Stretching my boundaries,
Like a wildfire illuminating my being.
Suddenly, everything makes sense.
The universe speaks to me -
I don't just listen,
I know.
Overwhelming but not chaotic.
I feel it in my body,
Between my ribs,
Through my fingers,
It is vast.
It is limitless.
Stretching my boundaries,
Like a wildfire illuminating my being.
Suddenly, everything makes sense.
The universe speaks to me -
I don't just listen,
I know.
Embodied Lotus Flower
Liminal Spaces,
Not quite there.
Empty hallways,
Stairwells.
Abandoned places.
Transition.
Change.
Uncertainty.
Blooming even in muddy waters.
Liminal Spaces,
Not quite there.
Empty hallways,
Stairwells.
Abandoned places.
Transition.
Change.
Uncertainty.
Blooming even in muddy waters.
March 31, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Embodied Lotus Flower
Liminal Spaces,
Not quite there.
Empty hallways,
Stairwells.
Abandoned places.
Transition.
Change.
Uncertainty.
Blooming even in muddy waters.
Liminal Spaces,
Not quite there.
Empty hallways,
Stairwells.
Abandoned places.
Transition.
Change.
Uncertainty.
Blooming even in muddy waters.
March 31, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Eclipse season.
New Cycle.
Rearranging the shapes that form you.
Step into the fire.
With fierce authenticity.
Awaken the version of yourself that is waiting to rise.
#digitalart #phoneart #collageart #eclipseseason
New Cycle.
Rearranging the shapes that form you.
Step into the fire.
With fierce authenticity.
Awaken the version of yourself that is waiting to rise.
#digitalart #phoneart #collageart #eclipseseason
March 27, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Eclipse season.
New Cycle.
Rearranging the shapes that form you.
Step into the fire.
With fierce authenticity.
Awaken the version of yourself that is waiting to rise.
#digitalart #phoneart #collageart #eclipseseason
New Cycle.
Rearranging the shapes that form you.
Step into the fire.
With fierce authenticity.
Awaken the version of yourself that is waiting to rise.
#digitalart #phoneart #collageart #eclipseseason
We are in between two eclipses.
I plants seeds in concrete.
Pushing everything aside.
I crack.
Flowers emerge.
Revealing the light.
#digitalart #phoneart #eclipseseason
I plants seeds in concrete.
Pushing everything aside.
I crack.
Flowers emerge.
Revealing the light.
#digitalart #phoneart #eclipseseason
March 27, 2025 at 12:53 PM
We are in between two eclipses.
I plants seeds in concrete.
Pushing everything aside.
I crack.
Flowers emerge.
Revealing the light.
#digitalart #phoneart #eclipseseason
I plants seeds in concrete.
Pushing everything aside.
I crack.
Flowers emerge.
Revealing the light.
#digitalart #phoneart #eclipseseason
New beginnings
Stepping into the unknown.
The construct of my mind falls away.
The walls of my existence crumble.
Free falling.
Time ceases to exist.
Intoxicated, dopamine hits.
Fresh canvas of what could be.
That's the magic of life.
I jump off.
I expect no one or nothing to catch me.
Stepping into the unknown.
The construct of my mind falls away.
The walls of my existence crumble.
Free falling.
Time ceases to exist.
Intoxicated, dopamine hits.
Fresh canvas of what could be.
That's the magic of life.
I jump off.
I expect no one or nothing to catch me.
March 21, 2025 at 2:42 AM
New beginnings
Stepping into the unknown.
The construct of my mind falls away.
The walls of my existence crumble.
Free falling.
Time ceases to exist.
Intoxicated, dopamine hits.
Fresh canvas of what could be.
That's the magic of life.
I jump off.
I expect no one or nothing to catch me.
Stepping into the unknown.
The construct of my mind falls away.
The walls of my existence crumble.
Free falling.
Time ceases to exist.
Intoxicated, dopamine hits.
Fresh canvas of what could be.
That's the magic of life.
I jump off.
I expect no one or nothing to catch me.
March 16, 2025 at 12:49 PM