Depression: clonidine, gabapentin, toy boy, acupuncture,
Osteoporosis: tibelene, calcium, jumping 13 times a day
Low self-esteem: testosterone
Irritability: diet, cannabis, citalopram
Loss of libido: HRT, champagne, abstinence, testosterone
Tearfulness: friends, food, sleep
The words on the body are:
Keep young and beautiful
It’s your duty to be beautiful
Keep young and beautiful
If you want to be loved.
Ah sod off.So what if I’m on the shelf, I’m very happy here. Last year the man I’d lived with for over 20 years told me he wanted a divorce because he didn’t love me any more. The truth was that he’d found someone younger to flatter his ego. He didn’t like the way I’d started to sag and pucker, and grow moles and hair. He said I was grey and miserable. I was desperate and cried so hard but I couldn’t stop him. I was so lonely dependent, insecure, ageing, and invisible.
But slowly, slowly, I began to feel better. Each day I got stronger and realized that if you are unwanted, then you are also free. I guess I took stock and evaluated my life. I was frightened at first to go out on my own and make friends. When I was younger I used to trade on my appearance and get attention because of the way I looked, but suddenly everyone just stopped looking. A friend told me I needed a make over, with a new hair do, and visits to the gym, maybe get my nose straightened at last, but they were wrong. Over 17 million cosmetic procedures were done in the world in 2011 but it’s silly to pretend that I can be young forever like those stupid celebrities. 17% of the UK population are women over the age of 50 but they seem faceless and without a defined role. Why? Getting old is interesting. I think I care less about things than I used to but I have more power and serenity. I may not be an attractive young woman any more, but I don’t need men to make me feel good about myself. I’ve adjusted, and I think I’m ok. Do you know, life is good and I like the shelf.
I’m basing the still life part on the old dutch paintings such as the Harmen Steenwyck’s Still Life: An Allegory of the Vanities of Human Life.
Skulls are a universal symbol of death and this together with the tablets mark the length and passing of life.
The eggs, are a symbol of birth and fertility.
The books represent human knowledge. My sketchbook is there of course, as is a Germain Greer. The piece is about menopause so I felt “The Change” had earned a place!
The fabric is an expensive commercial piece. That and the teapot and cup and saucer represent life’s luxuries and indulgences.
There is a trug with a rose. Pinky roses mean desire, passion, joy of life, youth, energy- which is perhaps why the bloom is fading and drooping slightly. Burgundy roses mean unconscious beauty.
The pearls are for femininity. The tablets as well as indicating mortality, show a degree of control over life.
There’s also an electric hand held fan. I expect you can work out the symbolism of that one yourself!!