This is ✨ Of Magic and Mayhem ✨

...a newsletter about a collection of magical moments, rainbows, storm clouds, colors, and chaos.

Earlier this year, I remember laying upside down on my bed watching specks of dust catching the light. They look like little bits of fairy dust that way. I remember realizing I was crying. It took me by surprise and I put my hands on my heart and asked myself the questions I learned in therapy: “what are these tears and these feelings trying to tell me?”. I remember thinking about all the things I wanted to live and say and do and being filled with intense panic that I would run out of time before getting to do them all. I think about time way too much. I think I think, in general, way too much.

When you’re someone who thinks as obsessively about everything, as I do, you find yourself with hundreds of half empty journals, scraps of papers with handwritten ideas, notes, and “others” stuffed into various drawers of your house. Maybe you have little notes written inside the soles of your shoes, or secrets written in the back wall of your closet behind the clothes you outgrew years ago, but couldn’t bear to part with. Maybe your phone is full of photo albums with screenshots of creative ideas or various types of inspiration. Maybe you have various hard drives full of artwork and stories and poems or your notes app is taking up 90% of the storage on your phone. All because your can’t turn your brain off and everything inspires you or makes you feel and you care about your feelings so you write them down or you schedule time to explore them and then next thing you know, you’re crying to your therapist about how you’re feeling burnt out because all you do is start things and think about everything and nothing gets fully finished or fleshed out. Or is that just me being chaotic?

Anyway. I need a space for all these words and musings that don’t quite fit on my new fancy website, and that deserve to be seen and experienced outside of the confines of Instagram. They need a space where people go with the intention of spending more than 5 seconds on one piece of content. I love learning how to remove rust from my shower head in 4 seconds but sometimes I want to revel in the magic of finding someone who has been through a personal tragedy like me. Sometimes I want, no, NEED, to feel a human connection that I often feel is lacking on these fast content platforms. There’s a time and place for both. I’m grateful for this little corner of the internet.

If you want to read a little more about the “magic” and “mayhem” part, click here.

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A little about me:

If I had a physical field journal, believe it would look like this.

I’m Valheria! I was born in Colombia and I currently live in Atlanta, GA. I’m a photographer, collage artist, director, writer, and overall crafty/creative person. I make art in whatever medium I can get my hands on. My mind, much like my wardrobe and my house, is filled with a rainbow of colors. I like to make art that reflects how I see the world around me: light, bright, full of love and feeling. When storm clouds settle in and fog up my heart, I usually turn to my pen and journal or my notes app to wistfully and dramatically write about my sadness. There’s a good balance of both. Rainbow or storm cloud, both are honest expressions of who I am and I’m hopeful that my vulnerability will touch corners of the world that can benefit from colors and big emotions.

I hope this space and what you find here brings you joy. Stay groovy y’all 🦋