“Patience” 10×10, oil on canvas, framed
31 in 31 is always an exercise in patience. I want so much to jump ahead, to sing the song without having to go through all the verses. Patience is visiting today in the form of a little bird landing on a relaxed, reclining figure not so much playing as playing around on her guitar.
When I sat down to write about patience I kept thinking about my mom who is an amazing cook mostly because she lets things take the time they take. I am a work in progress on that front, but this morning I patiently conjured and savored the image of her in our 80s kitchen with all the smells it evokes. My mom and I look alike but I don’t have her patience. I hope one day I’ll stop turning the heat up so high in a rush for things to be done.