Convinced she carries within her veins, the blood of gypsies, pirates and psychedelic unicorns, Ania Chapska has been having a love affair with the wind for the past 12 years, following the currents that make her dance. Staying still is her utmost challenge, although she did manage to finish her creative writing degree at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in the effervescent bubble of Boulder, Colorado. She is fascinated with everything mysterious, and loves to walk the lines of taboo, finding the wonders of the external world mimicking the realms of her most inner psyche. Ania takes pride in being slightly odd, very playful, and a bit crass, and is always up for a good conversation about Life, the Universe, and Everything.
June 27, 2016
I’m sitting downwind from the raging fires that are viciously swallowing up whatever still remains of the material manifestation of a once breathing, living body. The skin on the face peels back to reveal features which do not distinguish one from the …