I will take good care of youI will take good care of youEverything you feel is goodIf you would only let youI will wash your hair at nightAnd dry it off with careI will see your body bareAnd still I will live here
After years of being taken advantage of and pressured into situations I wasn’t comfortable with I had finally found not one, but two people who made me feel safe. I was getting ready to move to this magical city of artists and cute restaurants and museums and parks. I cried to her voice. I cried to the sweetness in it, a kind of care and gentleness oozing out of it in a way I had always longed to be enveloped within. I thought I had finally found it in this beautiful city. It was a place where I could discuss the absolute atrocities of capitalism with abstract painters over an overpriced matcha or chai latte. There was color in my life, and I was beautiful. I was thin and my hair was dark. I remember waiting for the train a little bit later and leaning my head on my boys shoulder. I told him how I couldn’t wait to change my name to fit my newfound trans identity. I told him I knew I was going to get hurt for who I was. I saw the stares when I wore a skirt and I felt utterly in danger. Despite this, I was not scared, I was hopeful and looking forward to the future.
Fast forward to now, March 2023. I can’t listen to Mitski anymore because I just get reminded of how much everything has changed. I’m a construction worker in Florida again. I’ve gained weight, in fact I weigh more than I ever have before. My hair is back to my natural dirty blonde. I have color in my face again. Most of my day I spend dirty and sweaty building this or carrying that. The number of people in my life has almost been cut in half. I’m at a point where I have to completely rebuild my life from the ground up. I get to choose who I am. And I’ve chosen to be Julia Scott. While I figure out how to best achieve my dreams, I’m back in college and I work full time. Art has taken an unfortunate back burner to just everyday life. I want this to change though. I’m switching up my sleeping schedule in order to have more time to create. I began thinking today about all the other people in similar situations to me. All the artists with full time jobs who create as a hobby, or barely are able to make it by doing what they love. The ones who don’t have millions of followers, not because they do not deserve them, simply because they have not been fully taken in by the general population yet. I want to highlight these people. And so, I’ve started a website. I want this to be a hub for these people to connect with each other and to get the recognition that I think they deserve. And so with that, welcome to The People’s Artists.-Julia Scott