La Chana
A portrait of flamenco queen “La Chana” as she takes to the stage for the first time in 23 years.
Our Years Grow on Us Like the Rings of a Tree
The value of a life is not measured by how much of it remains. Growing old is like the slow ascent of a sapling unfurling towards the sky, coming to look down over years, decades. It is the precious accumulation of time in a body. We disconnect from the real, communal substance of life when we forsake our elders. It is a loss akin to letting libraries burn. We lose answers to questions that still need asking. Now, as tall trees fall everywhere, we ought to reflect on the worth of their lives, and hold them close in our hearts, if not in our arms. But our elders are not only bearers of wisdom; they are living, breathing beings, even in the autumn of their lives. This selection celebrates the lovers, carers, thinkers, talkers, creators, mentors, and masters of crafts who orient us in the woods of a bigger human story, when the young haven’t yet grown tall enough to see it.
