Nature Inspired

"Inspiration is beautiful and it is all around us, beauty is my motivation, God crafts my creativity and that in its raw form is my inspiration...this is Gods work."   -Natisha

The abstract moves me. It drives me to optics not normally utilized in my normal observations. Normally, I do not like flowers. Flower print is my least favorite, next, stripes. Abstract flowers are my most adored image as it relates to art, hence the pictured flower above. I was inspired to create this linocut by my love for the abstract, in this case, flowers. A single flower, not sure what type but I cut it as I envisioned it and I thought it was beautiful, so I printed it. This relief printed image will be used on spring and summer lightweight scarves and possibly clutch pouches I will soon produce. Unfortunately, I'm not into real flowers much although I do think sunflowers and orchids are pretty. If I had to choose a bouquet, these would certainly be a part of it. If anyone knows what flower this resembles, please feel free to leave a comment and let me know. I would love to hear from you!

xo,
Natisha

The Language of Summer Soul

My newest collection has launched and i'm very excited about it. This collection is comprised of Bohemian chic, 70's vintage and African inspired beaded jewelry that speaks the language of summer to the creative soul. I brought together a minimalist yet expressive mix of only the finest elements such as natural wood and precious metal beads along with wires and chains of platinum, gold and silver. Simple designs and a minimalist approach is what I aimed for in this collection. I created this expression for the woman who understands that minimalist style does not equate to boring or repeatedly seen trends. She who has a desire for expressive simplicity in accessories but appreciates the uniqueness of handmade and knows this is the catalyst for boho chic style and individuality. This collection will speak the language of summer to the creative soul who desires statement pieces that give a gentle whisper instead of a yell. Simply stacked natural wood bracelets accented with only a single metal bead, layered chain necklaces with hand-strung bead pendants and wood beaded hoop earrings made with handcrafted ear wires lay the foundation for this eclectic collection. So if you're over summer jewelry trends, beaded bracelets with trinkets and pendants or charms dangling about and want to turn heads and make a statement without saying a word, then the Summer Soul Collection is for you. Certainly nothing you'll see at your local accessories store in the mall just simple, chic, minimalist style with a bohemian focus sprinkled with a touch of African inspiration 70's vintage appeal. To view this collection click on the picture below.

Obamas Silhouette

My rendition of a picture of this lovely couple, a beautiful picture I truly love. I do not draw faces only silhouettes. There is no particular reason why, it's just my preference and style. I sketched this drawing onto watercolor paper first with the intention to paint it. My initial attempt was to recreate this picture in water color freehand and abstract but wanted to give it a bit more attention. That plan was scrapped and the sketching ensued. I now think I will leave it as is, without watercolor, it would be more beautiful that way. The watercolor may take away from the simplicity of the drawing. Minimal is fitting here.

A Poet Like Me

I walked into the venue to listen to him speak,

He was one of the best, at the pinnacle at his peak,

I was told he brought words constructively fashioned,

To take one to places with violent reaction

 

Alone walking in, back left, I take a chair,

Sensing the excitement in the thick of the air,

Ambiance was quite nice, the vibe no doubt relaxing,

I quickly move to the front without the decency of asking,

 

I needed to have a good view of who I came to see,

To feel the force of his voice cause he was a poet, like me...

 

The lights turn down dim as I sit,

Waiting for him, in hopes his set will be first

I felt patiently nervous, mouth desert dry

And I’m slowly dying of thirst,

 

Now a drink from the bar is not what I was after,

But the quench from the flow of this master-piece crafter.

He’s at the top of his game, poetry slams won in his pocket,

So I knew when he stepped to the stage that he’d rock it

 

Sound transmitter's warm now, on set first he was not,

Now it’s his turn to grab the mic and finally make it hot,

The audience gets quiet and now he’s in the light’s spot...

 

His lips gently he licks, then he steps forward to spit,

Remarkable lyrics and my heart takes the hit,

His flow was sooo sick with jaw dropping appeal,

Words in atmosphere entangled, depth of meaning to real,

 

His sound flew past my ears like the speed of light,

In stillness of time, an experience in flight,

He dropped knowledge and drama,

Spoke of Israel and Obama,

 

He was clearly well read,

I felt I could get in his head,

Cause he was a poet, like me...

 

By the time he was through, I felt attacked as by a lion,

Others paused in deep thought, some even walked out of there cryin’,

He was just that deep. He reminded me of why I so love this untouchable gift

Like the uniqueness of gold found after a miner’s tenacious sift

 

Or like the rare pearl obtained after prying open one’s soul,

To take a mind, what it thought it knew, causing submission to your control,

He possessed that ability, all of it and much more,

Greater volumes of his craft I felt compelled to explore,

 

We had something in common above what I thought before,

But then I sat and realized, he was definitely far more,

Than just a poet like me...

 

He communicated with an intensity only a veteran poet could bring,

And used utterances that cut like a knife and poured in rhymes that would sting,

He was no ordinary poet with a passion for his art,

See, he painted imagery on canvases with colors from his heart.

 

If I could be that great, harbor abilities like his within,

Expressing and releasing scribes bound no longer by sin, since fear is my sin,

As he does, I can never fully share,

This treasure the Creator placed in my care

 

I was privileged to meet him after the show,

Approached him timidly, though my faced showed a glow,

He smiled at me and winked, said he thought I was cute,

And from then and there I knew that my character he’d suit,

 

Across the street we had coffee and conversation was on point,

With his inspiration I anticipated my ears he’d anoint,

Though his capabilities were considerable, down to earth and accessible was he,

I found after hours in his presence, that in fact, he was a poet, just like me.

 

© 2011 Natisha Iloka