Natalia Perez Wahlberg
Bio
Illustrator, entrepreneur and writer since I can remember.
Love a good book and can talk endlessly about books and literature.
Creator, artist, motion graphics.
Stories (46/0)
The Ninja
On a beautiful day many, many years ago, Gaea spotted the most beautiful jewel. It was bright blue, covered in the most incredible light, full of life, and with a harmonious heartbeat that suddenly made her feel incredibly protective and kind. She was overcome by a strong urge to grab this most uncommon precious stone and take it somewhere safe and secluded. Somewhere where she could care for it, love it, cherish it, and nurture it. She was overwhelmed by the feeling that its inhabitants yearned for compassion and affection. It was decided, she would take it to her nest, and protect it under her wings, where she would tend to it until the end of time.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg2 months ago in Fiction
My ocean
Magic power lives Within the depths of your womb Ocean of my heart _______________________________ Thank you for reading! I truly appreciate you spending a few minutes of your day reading my stories and entries. If you like what you read and want to support my writing habit, feel free to leave a tip. Thank you!
By Natalia Perez Wahlbergabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Butterfly
Blue-winged butterfly Cosmos infinite you are Wondrous universe _______________________________ Thank you for reading! I truly appreciate you spending a few minutes of your day reading my stories and entries. If you like what you read and want to support my writing habit, feel free to leave a tip. Thank you!
By Natalia Perez Wahlbergabout a year ago in Poets
My Inktober Journey
Every year, as October approached, I'd see posts about Inktober, I'd see signs in art stores, and I was always curious about it, never daring to participate myself. "I'm not good enough", I'd tell myself. "I have nothing to contribute", "I'm all about digital media, I'm just a graphic designer". Those were all thoughts that crossed my mind every year as October slowly came crawling around the corner. I always liked October for many reasons: fall colors, rainy days, crispy cool days... but now I have one more thing to add to my list of why I love October: Inktober. The concept itself is wonderful: encouraging artists of all levels to draw one thing every day, with prompts (sometimes quite challenging to get them to work with one's ideas) to help them get going. I love the idea. Truth be told, I probably would've never done it if I hadn't challenged myself the month before to illustrate one animal a day. I did this together with another fantastic illustrator in Germany, Booboo Tannenbaum (@booboo_tannenbaum on IG, check her out!), who illustrated one Berlin dog a day. We kept each other accountable, and that helped me be strict and do this daily. Inktober came around and I knew I was ready, though I didn't feel as confident with my "analogous" hands as I did with my "extended hand", the iPad and Apple pencil. So, putting my fears aside, I went for it, and I enjoyed every moment. I admit, there were days that I found it hard, and days when the ideas weren't coming forth so easily, but I did it anyway. Like clockwork, every evening, with the TV on, I'd sit on the couch and create a new illustration. Why the TV? I have always enjoyed working with background noise, that is, if the work permits it, like when I draw, illustrate, doodle, or do anything that just allows my mind to not think too hard about what I'm doing. Maybe that's also a reason why I do it, my mind doesn't get in the way, with annoying thoughts of impossibility and negativity.
By Natalia Perez Wahlbergabout a year ago in Journal
The Eye of the Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That’s what they told us. From a young age, we were taught that dragons began appearing only fifty years ago, wreaking havoc and consuming everything in their path. Once touched by a dragon, nothing remained unchanged. They ravaged cattle, ate wandering children, and burnt forests for no other reason than for their evil spirits and destructive nature.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg2 years ago in Fiction
A successful night
After the big fiasco with my brother, —or rather, with the fake Chris Evans on account of my brother killing him— I decided to take a bit of a break from dating. Don’t get too excited, by break I mean two weeks. I had to get over the shock of what had happened.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg2 years ago in Fiction
A very old story
My grandma used to tell us a story when we were kids. My siblings, my cousins, and I would sit in a semicircle and listen to her soft and deep voice as she would narrate a story that was passed on to her and her siblings from her grandmother. A story as old as Nature herself, she would claim. We didn’t know how old that was, but we imagined it was something like grandma’s age multiplied by one hundred —or something like that. What did we know? It didn’t matter. We liked listening to her telling it.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction
New experiences
“Come on! Let’s go!” “Where are we going?” The excitement of a new experience present in his voice. “You’ll see. Just come here.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her, so he almost stumbled over the snow that had gathered on the ground overnight.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction
Tricks of the mind
We had a stupid argument. I couldn’t even believe we had quarreled about something so damn trivial. Perhaps there was a deeper issue that we didn’t want to admit to ourselves, but here we were. He had left shortly after the movie was over.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction
Cruel entertainment
I had to charge. I had no other way out. I didn’t ask for this, and it wasn’t what I had envisioned my life to be when I was a young calf. I didn’t want to do it, I thought if I stayed still and ignored the humans around me —the whistling, the hollering, the cheering— it would all go away and I would be left alone to get back to green pastures to feed on. But I knew better. How many times had my mates been taken to never come back? Too many for me to count. I knew this was the end of my journey, much to my dismay and impotence.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction