Turning older is becoming a symphony of rising aches and pains, grey hair and an inability to have a good night’s sleep. I am mostly unconcerned about the number of candles on my imaginary birthday cake. I am more happy and settled in my own identity than ever before, have opinions that I voice when I choose. I imagine this will only solidify if I have the privilege of living longer.

So I did this painting, my vision of my older self. Hopefully still outrageously colourful and always speaking my mind.