Beata Korozo

I was the oldest of three children of Janusz and Grażyna in communist Poland.
(Think of them as the Polish Karen & Kevin. Sounds like a meme? Nope – that was my real life.)

In my hometown, you were more likely to see an armored vehicle than a family car, and my grandma needed permission from the guard commander just to visit us.

That was my first encounter with systems.
Not the abstract kind.
The kind you feel in your body.

Systems that decide who can move, who must wait,
who gets color – and who gets grey.

I wasn’t the loud kid.
Rather the invisible one. Watching. Noticing patterns.
Long before I had words for it, I was already mapping the maze.

For years, I worked professionally with images.
Photo manipulation. Restoration. Precision work.
Taking what doesn’t fit and making it coherent.

I still do.
But I’m no longer fully inside that paradigm.

I’m between systems.
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Between what worked and what no longer does.
I’m learning how to name the maps I’ve been reading my whole life.
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The patterns built into systems, thinking, behaviors, and choices.

This space is about my transition.