|"Emma" a drawing I did for her 93rd birthday|
The ugly truth is out! Unless you have a bank account like Jane Fonda or Cher, eventually you’re going to fade, rumple and sag. The time will come when you can’t hide your age behind a Mu Mu or a Caftan. Bye and bye gravity takes its toll.
The idea for this article came to me while I was ironing. It’s a chore I hate and one I do as little of as possible; but, hey, the fashions of spring and summer seem to require a good press in spite of the “no fuss” labels.
If there's any compensation for pressing out those wrinkles, it has to be the upper arm exercise required to push my outdated steel steam iron across my tottering ironing board. They’re both almost as old as I am.
|"A Joyful Heart" 9 x 12 pastel drawing|
When elephants get wrinkled and leathery it’s quite fashionable. Their tough skinned outer wrapping protects them from assault and predators. Unlike human beings, the oldest elephants in the herd are given respect and power. They’re not ignored or put out to pasture just because their old.
Older people are difficult to draw or paint. Some artists use lines for wrinkles which makes them harsher and more unattractive than they need to be. Shading will produce a more subtle result. By highlighting the highest skin areas on either side of the shading, you get a softer wrinkle.
|"Pansy's Pride" 9 x 12 pastel drawing|
My husband and I recently had our photograph taken. The photographer asked us if we’d like a “touch up.”
“How much?” I asked him.
“$60,” he quipped; “but it will remove spots, wrinkles, and even the sag under your chin.
Humph, I thought to myself. The proofs looked pretty good to me.
“I want my children and grandchildren to recognize me,” I said as I added a disgusted “No, thanks!”
Why are we so afraid of aging? Why do we treat our seniors and middle-aged population as if they were no longer worthy? No longer capable of holding a job?
We should equate aging with wisdom. Knowledge and experience are nothing to sneeze at.
I’m saddened by our youth obsessed culture. The young and the beautiful seem to live from one high to the next either drug induced or through exaggerated self adulation. The newspapers record their escapades and their fall as if none of it really matters, but it does.
We only have one life to live. I for one am trying to make the most of it – wrinkles, sags and all!
|(My sweetie and I "warts and all!)|