spring walk during lockdown
creatures
the chicken and me
Photograph by my granddaughter 20.04.2025
Yes, I'm disappointed that I haven't achieved much in my life.
I've been working part-time as an assistant in a retirement and nursing home for fifteen years now.
I've been forgotten as an artist.
No success, nowhere.
But I like my work in the home. The people there have reached the end of their lives, they are old, ill and will die in the foreseeable future. The system in which they find themselves offers them little: Care and three meals a day.
No one has time for them.
No one but the assistants.
I haven't given up my art, I'm constantly busy with it. Too little, not effective enough, maybe not good enough, but I'm on it.
It would be bad for me if I stopped doing it.
Now that my life is coming to an end and poverty in old age is approaching, there are moments when fear rises in me.
I don't know if I'll have to go to the food bank to get by.
And I'm afraid of becoming a care case at some point. Sooner or later, everyone will, unless death catches you in time.
There are eight billion people in the world.
I am just one of them. I am not the center of the universe
When I think about my life now, which is fine the way it is, and when I think that it could have been completely different, I realize that I've been very lucky so far.
I am loved.
I am grateful for that.