Fine Lines: A Story of Art and Aging

I asked one of our daughters, age thirty-five, how she feels about aging. ＂I don’t have time to consider it,＂ she answered, then paused. ＂I panic sometimes - about my biological clock.＂

I asked a friend, age forty-nine, how she feels about aging. She replied, ＂When I used to forget things, it was funny. I was just ’ditsy.’ My family, my friends and I, we all took it in stride. Now it’s scary. I ask myself with every slip, ＂Is this normal or am I experiencing a permanent change?＂

I asked my husband, age seventy-two, how he feels about aging ＂I don’t feel about it,＂ he answered, smiling. ＂I’m in total denial.＂

I asked a friend, age eighty-four, how she feels about aging. At the time, she was glancing at the first drawing in Fine Lines, in which I am standing in the bathroom in my underwear. Silence followed, then a sigh... followed by laughter. ＂I used to be able to hook my bra in back. Now I bring it round the front, and lose it in my folds!＂

I have asked myself how I feel about aging. I mean, What am I supposed to do, now that I find myself bare and all that I was has disappeared? FineLines is what splashed out, spilling down and around my perceptions of ＂old.＂

＂Reading Fine Lines is like reading a poem about life written by a courageous poet.＂ - Bernie Siegel, M.D.,

author of Peace, Love, and Healing and Prescriptions for Living.