About me

Young woman in graduation cap and gown outdoors in front of historic buildings.
Multiple coffee cups stacked and placed together on a metallic surface, some filled with coffee remnants and some with liquid, with a small glass of water in the center.
A young woman with curly hair wearing a dark coat and light scarf, sitting outdoors near leafless trees with an elegant building in the background.

Saskia is an avid writer with achingly low self-esteem and a debilitating proclivity for perfectionism. With a seemingly calm disposition that plays host to all manner of chaos, Saskia has turned to art, music, and literature throughout her young life. Seeking intellectual validation and inspiration through the social sciences, Saskia pursued a Bachelor of Arts at the University of Sydney. Majoring in English and Philosophy, the bashful, doe-eyed twenty-one year old graduated with passion but confusion and fatigue concerning a future career. Exhausted by economic instability, Sisyphean days and a savings account with too little to move to Sydney but just enough to survive a year in Europe, she set off North.

Leaving her coastal habitat for Cologne, Saskia worked during the cold months and travelled throughout spring and summer. What was first an exodus to Europe has now become an annual pilgrimage. Returning from each visit, she feels memories alchemize into myth. Her travels feel like a past life and writing is her way of preserving these memories. In this sense, her prose poems are the product of an imagination fueled by her different homes; coming together to create a portfolio of work that presents like a palimpsest or patchwork of all her past lives. Currently residing on the central coast and working in a boutique café, Saskia doesn’t simply take stock of artisanal soft-drinks nor is she simply collecting coffee mugs from cluttered tables. She collects moments and makes observations.

Sustaining her craft, everyday instances culminate on the pages of her writing journal in stolen breaks. Though still immersed in hospitality, Saskia is done postponing her true passion. She longs to be moved and to be the agent of movement herself; to inspire and provoke. Leaning into quiet sparks of imagination, introspection and observation, Saskia has vowed to embrace fully the call of Rainer-Marie Rilke’s revelatory crescendo in his poem, ‘Archaic Torso of Apollo’. Where aesthetic admiration becomes a catalyst for inner revelation, the poem concludes with an existential command-You must change your life.

This website— an active portfolio, is my first proper attempt at that. Saskia Foster