My wedding day. Greyfriars Kirk (where the legend of Greyfriars Bobby began), Edinburgh, 8 years ago.
Standing outside the church about to walk down the aisle, a homeless guy woke up from his slumber in one of the crypts (yes, really!). "Oh, you're such a beautiful bride" he slurred as he tried to hand me one of his half-drunk ciders for a toast. I'm like, you're alright, mate. but have a nice day. As I walked away he called after me - "promise me you will have the best day of your life".
i proceeded to do exactly that.
The day was a wild and wondrous carousel of family, friends, my daughter and her little friends running about, champagne, beautiful food, dancing, everyone I love in one room.
And then came the after party in our hotel suite. I was absolutely high as a kite, lying in the bath with my friends - no water, just us, dress on, legs out, talking shit and toasting each other. my husband sitting there. All of us hugging - we're never coming down.
This work also pulls back to my clubbing years - that specific feeling of being so high, so happy, so loved up that you want the world to stop turning., you want to live there. Friendship and love and being completely in the moment.
I'm not with my husband anymore, but we both still look back on that day and remember how wonderful it was.
We should never come down. We should always live there.
(oil on canvas (100cm x 76cm) - physical included.)
