Combining the beauty of old age, by using grey and white tresses,
with childlike fun, in creating a daisy chain.
"If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!"
Creating a daisy chain makes one think of childhood, a bygone time.
Such fun found in playing outside, grounded in nature. Simple and honest.
But naturally you move on, you age. As aging is just as natural a progression,
it could contain beauty in itself. Yet no-one I have ever heard of enjoys
growing old. Or speaks about it as passionately as one would acclaim that youth is great.
Now fully aware of society and it's pretended rules,
does the act of making a daisy chain with such conscious mind and precision,
give the same joy? Is it a way to bring the reluctant battle
against old age into an image? This is a project in process.
So far I started shooting a daisy chain made by sewing grey hair
through daisies. Yet when the flowers wilt the hair remains.