|Photo: James Martin, Europe Travel|
On Monday, I met a writer friend, Jacqueline Pearce, for lunch. One of the things we talked about was the situation we find ourselves in as older-middle-aged creative women. We are seeing our contemporaries beginning to retire, to go to Mexico for long stints in the winter, to take those trips they have always longed to do. Jacquie and I agreed that we couldn't see that kind of lifestyle in our future.
One of the many good things about being an artist is that making things is something I want to do until the day I die. And, we have lots of great examples before us of artists who have continued creating into their 90's - in spite of physical limitations. And many of us are used to living on a pittance so the possibility of a severely reduced income isn't such a shock.
James (who dreams of a tiny houses, or, god forbid, a motorhome) was asking me to envisage my perfect retirement dwelling. I, of course instantly replied, "An almshouse like the ones I saw in Holland, but for creative people. Instead of a governor's meeting room, we could have a studio. We could garden, and would be shielded from the noise and bustle of the street." Sounds ideal, doesn't it? We would just need to find a patron...