Waiting

Oil on Wrapped Canvas
30″ x 36″

Oil on Wrapped Canvas
30″ x 36″

If you’ve ever been really sick or you’ve loved someone who was really sick, you know this place – sitting there listening for your name to be called. You’re wondering what they will find, what the test results will show. Will it be something you can handle, something you can’t handle or something totally benign? If you sit there long enough, your fear begins to shake something loose inside. You reach out of yourself to find something to hang onto, any port in the storm. You begin to notice the soft blue light coming in from the windows, the way the overhead fluorescents play on the color of the wall, how even the fake, plastic plants take on a sort of life and beauty.

I heard a Buddhist monk reply, when asked what he had gained from all the meditating he had done, that he had learned how to wait. I didn’t really get it at the time. But as I get older and wiser, I understand the value of that skill. We might as well enjoy the moment. There will come a time in all our lives when our name will be called and we will no longer be waiting.

Currently a finalist for the Hunting Art Prize of 2016.

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