June, 2024. In response to sooim lee and Xinyi Liu
Katya Grokhovsky is an artist, independent curator and educator.
I’m writing and drawing this on my phone on a plane. I’m flying to New Zealand, from New York, then onto Australia, where my parents reside. As an only daughter, I see my parents once a year.
I enter a lost day, June 30th, a long-haul void. My favorite.
I don’t care about beauty much. Not anymore at least. Why do I owe the world my prettiness?
I do not. Being an artist and a woman is still, somehow, a rebellious act.
A Bad woman, not a Good woman.
Hard to manage
Dominant
Aging
A devoted, obsessed artist
Not reproducing
Not married
Deadly serious about her art and career
Has many degrees
Travels the world by herself
She sleeps with whom she pleases
She’s not here to nurture you
She will tell you the truth
She grants herself her own freedom daily
She won’t listen to your advice
She’s not your wife nor your mother
She has no mouth, but her ears hear all
Through centuries of trauma, she pursues her dreams for those who couldn’t
She stands alone, in dignity
She sees all