Be an artist
…be an artist, said no one - ever.
My story begins as a bubba-seedling in Australia. Solidly working class no matter which way you look at it.
Be an artist, no one ever said.
Be what you want to be, my mother did say, frequently. …little did we know the cost of that aspiration, though always dream of that future I did, have always and still do.
Dream a while with me, think of a bubba-Caitlin as a faery-pirate princess. Yes the pink dress - but it's all home-made by my seamstress-grandmother-on-a-budget-with-love and I have stomping boots on. I have inherited a tongue lashing ability and can make spells with my words. No need for fussy wand waving here. I can also make potions because the matriliniage of mine taught me how to love a kitchen, how to pour love into chores + why love, care + gardening are the seeds of the wildfire in my soul.
It all begins with me. Well life should be about what I want to be, do + think. But side note - life begins with preconceived rules confined by binary world views - so really if you think about it, it all begins with my last name, of which, due to patriarchal tradition - I have inherited from the male line. Just because, man.
Follow your wildfire.
🖤 Caitlin Kozman