Christine’s age progression. "Progression" seems misleading, considering there are only two images here, but meh. I’ve always imagined that Christine grew into one of those inordinately elegant older women who become even more beautiful with age. Audrey Hepburn was a big inspiration here—beautiful inside and out, at 20 and at 60. Here I wanted to show Christine in her 20s (when she met Erik) and in her (early?) 70s.
It’s so odd when you think about it because if Christine was 20 in 1881, she was 70 in 1931. What a world of difference between those two years. I’m continually amazed thinking about people who lived through the Victorian era and the 20th century, a time span covering some of the most incredible social, political, technological, artistic, and scientific advances in human history. What must it have been like for a woman who, in her youth, donned corsets and bustles and rode in carriages to grow old in a world of cars, movies, telephones, and, horror of horrors, shorter skirts? Did the world seem bigger for her? Smaller? More troubled than ever? Or just as troubled, but in different ways? Do we witness the same monumental changes but our own subjectivity bars us from appreciating them?
I won’t post my full spiel here because I always end up typing a wall of text, but if you’d like to read it, you can find it here in the artist’s comments. :)