I love this so much. Thank you, Katarzyna Majak. Such strong and humbling visions of CRONE POWER. Many women I know are modern Witches, and yet there still exists such cynical and sardonic attitudes towards women who are powerful beyond the dull realms of coin capitalism or conventional beauty. So tired of neo-puritan prudes calling women out as “inauthentic” in their art or life practice - what the fuck is a Faux Witch anyway? You can embrace technology, eat chips, and not have to hermitize in the woods by cauldron. For those who tend a spiritual mind, ancient arts do not go in and out of style, regardless of fashion’s coven cloaking. Keep it light or venture to the dark and get down.
Magic is afoot.
I just spent the first formative hours of my birthday in a dumpster with my ex-girlfriend, unearthing organic greens from a nearby grocer. We had allies: three raccoons and a neighbouring cat. While a birthday honours the physical rites of growing older, this time can also be synchronous with disappointment when comparing the acquisitions bedazzled by others; no soul to dangle the grapes; no room of red silks or slippers of hyacinths.
Let us examine the fresh adversary: the anticipated rough edges of a student, or a novice youth, bathing in the ponds of “potential”. As the artist ages, a lack of material accumulation or public status becomes more and more inexcusable until one day, the fool is overripe, past their prime, worthless of an audience or accolades. Even within many counter-cultural circles, a player disinterested or unable to achieve riches or success is inevitably seen as incompetent, or grandiosely fictionalized, as only the most devoted to their craft could possibly live on so little.
I believe getting older and being broke should be celebrated as an honest example of one’s resilience; a lack of creative compromise while sticking to your ethics; an affable fuck you to the flatness of a manicured life trajectory. I am not attempting to romanticize poverty or believe that for most artists, it is even a choice. The anxieties of having no money is often what lead many of us to abandon our poetic suits for sturdier fabrics in different fields. On this dumpster birth night, I want to take a moment to celebrate my comrades who are still doing their work, regardless of monetary merit. Being a part of a creative community that is driven by life engagement rather than the inflection of coin will always be a more worthwhile and fulfilling place to be. Here is to you, friends, here is to the noble nature of the Rat. May we always be inspired, learning new tricks and evolving creatively, regardless of age or currency.
People In on the Great Joke (unfinished)
Kermit the Frog
The Big Bopper
Joan of Arc
The Crypt Keeper