where those of us now over half a century old
can share our creation and appreciation of art
when we were young and now we’re not
Art is a virtually essential
part of being human.
Ordinary people, making their best effort or unable to stop themselves, sing, dance, make music, tell stories, and create images, as well as appreciating art far greater than their own, looking, listening and reading. Art is in and around us all our lives, like nature.
Older people often have a different feel for art as they reflect on art in their past life and, perhaps, continue or renew their artistic efforts as life ahead draws in.
50plusArtSpace is for such people, and anyone interested in art, which they’ve appreciated and created (perhaps unwittingly) in the course of their lives. It was started by two over-50s (actual ages 81 and 75) in July 2020.
is updated each month.
If you’re at least 50 years old (sorry, youngsters – your time will come as demi-centenarians) and would like to share some of your old or new artwork (literary, visual, musical, other) or your reflections on art in your life, write to CONTACT AND SUBMISSIONS in English or Spanish.
Literary work (poetry, stories, short novels, essays) can be in either English or Spanish.
Welcome to the November 2020 update of 50plusArtSpace ! There are already 19 previous contributions in the 50plusArtSpace Catalogue, and this month there are 4 new contributions, one of which is the first piece of writing in Spanish, poetry.
The most recent contributions
From Estela Krause
CEMPAZÚCHITL (FLOWERS OF THE DEAD) AND THE
VOLCANOES POPOCATÉPETL AND IZTACCÍHUATL
CEMPAZÚCHITL (FLORES DE MUERTOS) Y LOS
VOLCANES POPOCATÉPETL E IZTACCÍHUATL
We lived in Hornchurch for two more years after the War, and in 1947 moved to Henley-on-Thames, on the other side of London, on the way to Oxford. It was the first time I ever saw central London, passing through, following the removal van in our car, from our old house east of London to our new house west of London. That move was a watershed in my life, and the life of our whole family, now including Dad, home for most of those two years after his six years away in the War.
From Paul Davies
Cantos de Sueños y Recuerdos
Leyendo a Magritte
Esto no es una pipa
tampoco es un poema
es la locura de una tipa
de extraña tez teorema
El recuerdo de unos ojos
que se antojan labios...
labios que son despojos
de la miel de nidos tibios
la razón de esta locura
es el color de la poesía
y el decir de una pintura.