Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.
As a kid, when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would tell people, “I want to be a starving artist and live in Paris.” Dad used to say, “you don’t have to be starving Em, you can just be an artist who lives in Paris.” He wasn’t really getting the whole picture but he built me an easel for my birthday anyway and Mum bought me brushes and art classes run by my aunt. I exclusively painted acrylics of bush fires. I think of what it would be like to live a life without regrets. I’ve never lived in Paris; so I should probably start by moving there.