Ivan Moudov. thirty-second

04.08.2018

Baba Vasa's Cellar, Bulgaria

/ When you’re 90 many people that were dear to you are gone. The dog’s run off, the ducks are multiplying and growing wild, the garden’s becoming a jungle. You find TV ever less interesting, you start to forget, one day blends into the next. Dates no longer matter that much.

/ Every day I follow the same course. The icon’s still hanging on the kitchen wall. There’s a photograph in the house I kiss every day. Summer comes and it gets hot, the garden fills with guests. My dearest people come, the heart fills with love.... You can hear voices and music, coffee and watermelon being carried back and forth. They go to seaside, they bathe, they surf. My cellar is a gallery with white walls, my garden’s a stage.

/ The old ladies will be sure to go down and have a look. They’re also here to see how I’m doing and have a drink. There needs to be wine.


* Baba Vasa on three works by Ivan Moudov