the pop-up exhibition opens…

Space Gallery, 7 Old High Street, Folkestone CT20 1RJ

Open Wednesdays to Sundays, 11am-5pm until 12 March 2017

“The Older Women Rock! Exhibition opened at Space Gallery Folkestone last night – do go see it, it’s genuinely brilliant and the clothes/artwork are beautiful, funny, challenging, and make you think. Leah Thorn‘s vision for women’s liberation permeates all the work, which is a combination of hers and older women collaborators (including the wonderfully named Profanity Embroidery Group). Well worth a trip to Folkestone – think of it as a Triennial Taster!”

in my day…

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Embroidery by Allie Lee, interpreting my poem, ‘In my day’ –

In my day, stockings came in black, bronze and American Tan.
Opening a bank account needed the signature of a man.
Vintage was plain old secondhand. Girdles held in sexual urges,
touching below the waist was no-go and Dusty passed as hetero.
There was no such thing as pubic hair wax and you daren’t use Tampax
or have a sexual climax for fear of being thought nymphomaniacs.
In my day, women were men’s property. There was no Equal Pay Act
till 1970. In the media Black women were only portrayed as maids
or African Royalty. Women had no rights to a husband’s pay,
‘housewife’ was a synonym for female, rape in marriage was
legally OK. To get the Birth Control Pill you had to be married
or you had to lie. In my day, abortion was a crime.
Nowadays a lesbian label can be a fashion accessory,
while gender binary is so last century. Nowadays we’re sold
sexploitation and feminisms of choice in the guise of liberation.
Nowadays age-defying procedures make us older women pixel perfect.
Because We’re Worth It. Nowadays, liberation is distorted into
fifty shades of grey and what was once hard-core porn is now
matter-of-fact everyday. So I navigate nowadays,
excavate my day,  my day is nowadays. ‘In my day’ is NOW

  

 

 

lines are one sign I’ve survived

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Felt & embroidery artist Jan Lewis of the Profanity Embroidery Group interprets my poem, ‘lines’ –

Lines come from frowning, from genes of course,

from antidepressants and from divorce, from

free radicals, from rays of the sun, from sleeping

on your face and going for a run, drinking from

a bottle repetitively, from diet and pollution and

chewing gum excessively, from denying age-defying

cream, from smiling, from squinting, from inhaling

nicotine, from alcohol [in excess], from drugs,

from grumbling and from too little sex. Yet lines

are one sign I’ve survived. My lines equal ageing.

Anti-ageing equals anti-life. My lines will go, the moment I die

 

STOP PRESS ‘Older Women Rock!’ has been flagged up as one of ‘the best literature projects with older adults’