ART IS THERAPY
During my journey as an artist I’ve been trying to connect and express emotions, thoughts and personal experiences to my art.
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Join me on this creative journey and discover the power of art to express our viewpoint. Let me connect your emotions and remind you how important is to raise our voice in a world in need to understand our difference. Explore my series and my interest to give visibility to the LGBTQ+ community.
I'm Natasha Muriel, a Latina, transgender and artist living in Queens NY. I was born in Colombia, but I moved to New York in pursuit of the American dream. I wanted to live in a place where I could express myself with freedom
Art is my therapy, companion and refugee when I feel overwhelmed. Art helps me on my spiritual journey, self-understanding and comfort. Art is my sacred place and my love language.
In 2017 I moved to Argentina in search to find myself. At that time, I didn't have knowledge about arts nor the talent I was gifted with. I was struggling with my identity and the fears to become the human being that I am today. I was lost. The depression and anxiety took hold of me, it was such a dark period in my life that I felt completely hopeless. However, "Analia" my exboyfriend's mother, a passionate woman for culture and arts did something that changed my life. She bought me brushes, acrylic paitings and gave me pieces of fabric to paint on them. She was trying to help me to overcome those difficult days and she did it. I started to paint for hours, to such an extent that I decided to find my own style. Analia was a strong woman and cancer survivor. Unfortunately she passed away on 2020 during the pandemic. And although, she is not here to see the person I became. I feel so grateful for what she did in my life.
In 2017 I moved to Argentina in search to find myself. At that time, I didn't have knowledge about arts nor the talent I was gifted with. I was struggling with my identity and the fears to become the human being that I am today. I was lost. The depression and anxiety took hold of me, it was such a dark period in my life that I felt completely hopeless. However, "Analia" my exboyfriend's mother, a passionate woman for culture and arts did something that changed my life. She bought me brushes, acrylic paitings and gave me pieces of fabric to paint on them. She was trying to help me to overcome those difficult days and she did it. I started to paint for hours, to such an extent that I decided to find my own style. Analia was a strong woman and cancer survivor. Unfortunately she passed away on 2020 during the pandemic. And although, she is not here to see the person I became. I feel so grateful for what she did in my life.