sasha casta
Motherhood, in all of it’s painful beauty, swept up in the waves of the ordinary. We don’t realize how miraculous this is, unseparated from the mundane. Here lies everyday magic, the place where this world meets another. How beautiful it is to witness. How magical it is to live within this pool of watery beholding; Motherhood.
Sasha = Half-feral, visual memoirist and earth mystic with a talent for offending people unintentionally. I have a BA in English with emphasis on psychology and mythology and I will likely spend the rest of my life studying the intimate weaving between those three fields and marinating in my own personal folklore.
I believe art is a sacred practice of presence that emerges organically through the audacity to believe that your lived experience is worthy of witness.
