Manifesto for Old Age

A ludic look at ageing dedicated to my grandchildren... a poem, photographic work to illustrate the poem and a garden installation to echo the theme.

I grow old, will forget nothing & never wear purple.
Were I a man, I’d grow a beard.
I shall befriend spiders
et je cultiverai mon jardin.
Sitting & being and wallowing in willow,
I’ll spin, weave, knit endless memories & dreams
and ponder the mysteries of life.
Having broken old cycles, packaged the detritus, freed the wild spirit,
I shall crow, hum, purr;
slow time
and watch grandchildren blossom
as I fade slowly with a bang.