Senescence. Such a strange word but one I love. A word full of mystery and whispering decay. Not terrible decay but natural decay. Senescence is growing old, but more than that. Senescence is the decline after the peak. I look forward to senescence and in looking forward I am preparing today to accept it. So easy. So difficult.
I am not perfect. I accept this. I have a physical imperfection that came with birth. Most people don’t see it even though it’s right there on my face looking at them. Because it is such a part of who I am, though, I decided to honor it with an art project. It perfectly portrayed my goal to age gracefully by accepting who I am today (and tomorrow, and all the days forthcoming).
I took all that I loved and created a montage of images, which you see above. I love cemetery photography; there are two cemetery images blended in the background. I love the imperfection I was born with and made it the focal point. And I love distressed images, images with lots of texture. Texture adds depth and character. Together with the concept of aging gracefully, I created Senescence.
I framed it behind an old, weathered door frame with glass insets that I found at a salvage store. I don’t know how the glass survived but it did. It is a heavy piece but it hangs prominently on a wall in my apartment.
Below is the original photo. I asked a dear friend to take this photo for my art project and he obliged. The wind whipped through and before I could move hair out of my eyes, my friend pressed the shutter release. Perfect.