My Breath Is Called Now

An elderly woman sits in quiet composure before a dark structure of black beams, reminiscent of a burnt roof yet intertwined with delicate blossoms. Her gaze determines what ultimately prevails, ruin or renewal. In this act of perception, she asserts her own place in the world. The work conveys inner serenity alongside a quiet but unmistakable strength, countering ageist perceptions by portraying old age through dignity, experience, and presence. The oversized hands and subtle anamorphic distortions further emphasise her capacity for action, lending greater weight, authority, and agency to her mature identity.