Decades ago, men and women idolized the generation up. The mature, the experienced ones. The masters of art, dance, film. Writers, athletes, presidents. Whatever category applied. The laugh lines and crows feet meant something powerful. Years and effort spent well on exploring and honing a single craft very diligently.
I want to view my own body of work as a lifelong love affair. Slow gratification. I’m not enamored with youth. Not my own nor anyone else’s. Especially celebrity. I want age. I want to hang suspended in a room at the perfect temperature to become the perfect aged specimen for my art and craft and calling.
Fine wine, steady climb.