Natalee Miller

Prayer cards, finally. For your altar, your pocket, your rearview mirror, wherever you want them. With attributes on the back so you can make your own mantras or just have them around. I’ve been wanting to make these for so long, but didn’t have the tools or time. Now have both and I’m so excited to offer them!
I’ll have a bunch at the Kittery Block Party June 20, or available on my site this weekend. Venus moves from Cancer to Leo this week so the timing feels right 🌹💕✨

If you’re local, I’d love to see you June 5, 6-8 at The Press Room! I’ll be showing some new work that I’ve been feverishly working on. Mostly inspired by folk tales, forgotten love songs, birds and ancient gardens. But maybe some other things too, who knows where the wind will take me as I finish up this round of work. Anyway, come hang, have a bev, grab a print (or original?!)
After this show, I’ll be taking these pieces west coast which I’ll announce shortly as well. Can’t wait to see you, and if I have been elusive for the past few months, this is why. Love you! 🏺

I drew this years ago, mostly because I was frustrated with the lack of art and artifact of Armenia’s pre-Christian mythology. From where I’m standing anyway, in New England, with no access to oral tradition or community to learn from.
Between the genocide and colonization, and the arrival of Christianity in 301 AD, most temples and documents of this religion have long been destroyed. Exploring mythology how it looks in my head has always been my go-to, and I didn’t really have an option with this one. I had to make it myself if I wanted to see it.
This one drawing connected me to a huge network of people I would have otherwise never found. It inspired a ton of other work, it’s hanging in the Hard Rock Cafe in Yerevan?! The internet is crazy. I hate it for a lot of reasons, especially with AI now, but it’s changed my life many times over.
This piece is 7 years old now (that feels insane) and I’m working on a new one for this years Vardavar. I hope someday I’ll get to experience it first hand in Yerevan. Putting that wish into the universe because sometimes it actually works. I just love her. Our version of Venus, goddess of love and water, surrounded by doves and roses. 🕊️ 🌹 🕊️

In 2020, the day before lockdown, I went to the library for feng shui book and left with like 15 metaphysical books. Mostly those Time Life Mystery of the Unknown books, but a few others just for fun. Then suddenly we were stuck at home for two years. To pass the time and also to cope with the craziness of the pandemic, I started Separate Selves, a series that kind of riffed on those concepts but were also strangely calming to me. The familiarity of the 80s science and new age crossover was comforting. My mom raised me on Pure Moods and 3-2-1- Contact so you know what I mean. Endless days of watching PBS clips and old educational videos kind of carried me through the beginning of it.
In light of the nightmare that is the current world, I’m finding myself back here in a different way but same themes, same vibes. I don’t know where it’s gonna go but I’m both scared as f**k and also excited to be so inspired. What a weird duality. Anyway. Maybe you can relate? Shout out to my elder millennials that get the mood. And PBS, NPR and Libraries forever ❤️

The cold starry queen looks upon us

You’ve still got time, but just in case, I’ve added digital gift cards to my shop. A gift card and a pack of Misty’s should do the trick. 💝 🚬

Portrait of the artist trimming a 5 inch long rogue brow hair in a robe stolen from a hotel.

I love mythology but I don’t connect with a lot of the modern mythical art, so I’m basically just drawing them as cool magical people in outfits I want to own. I could literally just put that in bio because that’s why I make art.

This is Tsovinar conjuring a storm at sea. She’s always depicted in this exaggerated furious state, but all women know quiet, contemplative rage is the real deal.

This robe was inspired by Sayoko Yamaguchi in a vintage ad for Shiseido and I need to make these shoes.

I drew this little thing in a trance. I just saw this pic of my mom’s gravity defying hair and off I went. Not a portrait, just a seed from which another massive hairdo sprouted. That’s how it usually goes, I see something and I have to transform it in my head and make it my own. I’m trying to explain more of my process on TikTok but when I hear myself, I sound completely deranged. Passionate and very excited, but totally deranged. Maybe that’s cool anyway?