I'm back home from adventures in London and Amsterdam. To say that I had an amazing time is an understatement.
My love for my friends Betsy and Jamie has only grown from spending time with them at the Stitching Show.
I am a citizen of this beauty.
Being away from my life for a few weeks made me muse upon the lands I want to be a citizen of and the lands I do not.
I will apply for citizenship to any world where the vibrant and unreserved artist Jess de Wahls lives. (Self portrait.)
I am a citizen of the world. Not only the USA. To humanity. To life.
With Jamie Chalmers and Betsy Greer, two citizens of my love.
I am a citizen of my community. My neighborhood. I am an unapologetic citizen of love. A citizen of my family, my heart, my soul, of passion, of nature, of art, of my imperfect body. I am a citizen of my city, of thoughts and ideas. A citizen of language. Of forgiveness. A citizen of the Resistance. I am a proud citizen of the world of artists and makers and writers.
#yasvb, in Dutch.
But I don't want to be a citizen of online reality. Of Facebook and Twitter and Instagram. Of self-hype. Self-doubt. Of my income bracket, I don't want to be a citizen of the mall, or gratuitous apology, or self-created, online personas. I don't want to be a citizen of the country users, or the self-deluded, the self-aggrandizing. Of regrets. Of false positivity. I don't want to be a citizen of your world if you believe in your own advertising pitch for yourself.
Selfie with Banksy, my fellow citizen.
I revoke my citizenship for any land that would have comfortable cowards as heroes. So my world is both small and huge.