Today I turned 76
What a joy its is to become 76 when I have:
decades of technical knowledge
fewer reasons to impress people
stronger instincts
deeper permission to experiment
no patience for nonsense
and a studio full of embossings made from mysterious household materials.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how long it takes to arrive at one’s real work. Not the work made to prove competence, professionalism, or seriousness — but the work that feels inhabited.
The quieter work.
The work willing to risk subtlety.
The work that asks people to come closer. I
I’m beginning to suspect that age, at its best, doesn’t narrow the possibilities.
It refines them.
The Way Forward (with party lights) iPhoto by Karen Anne Glick 2026