Patience, in the traditional sense, is a virtue I’m not fortunate enough to possess. So much so that as a child I was set down and made to build model airplanes as a way to try and teach me its value. Needless to say, trying to glue all of the parts together within a ten minute span didn’t really work out so well. Subconsciously I might still be trying to teach myself those lessons, but that’s beside the point. Are the impatient really so unvirtuous?
So here I am in a museum filled with objets d’art. I know that I’m supposed to take my time, and I also know that The Louvre found that most people looked at the Mona Lisa for a whopping fifteen seconds, and I certainly don’t want to be some kind of Philistine. But I also know that I’ve got to be somewhere, not sure where exactly, but somewhere. I used to feel guilty for walking at a quickened pace through museums, a compulsory sense of duty far outweighed my common sense. For a while I would stand in front of each object, count to sixty, then move to the next. Rinse, wash, repeat. I may as well have punched a clock when I paid my admission fee. Eventually though something changed. I’m still impatient, but I don’t count, nor do I feel guilty about only spending two-seconds in front of a Matisse, which is honestly pretty generous if you ask me.
Looking, reading, listening, making, really anything worthwhile, takes time. It was good to figure this out. Now instead of counting to sixty in front of every work of art that hasn’t piqued my curiosity I give it my best shot and then move on to something that does. At this point, having saved myself hours of physical and mental effort, I can spend as long as I’d like with it. Revelatory. (This is particularly prescient information if one happens to find oneself in the endless, purgatory-esque rows of an art fair.) So in a sense, impatience enables patience; allowing long periods of time to be spent on the important things and very little on the others.
I’m not advocating tunnel vision. Exposure to as many ideas, objects, texts, and sounds as possible is critical, especially today when echo chambers are increasingly easy to find. But knowing when, where, and how to spend ones hours is vital in terms of enjoying art and all of the other things that demand at least some measure of time to ascertain. Not an easy thing to do however, our dysfunctional government can’t even figure it out. Case in point, the debt ceiling crisis. Patiently, politicians racked up the national debt bailing out banks, doling out subsidies, and fighting wars. Suddenly there’s a ‘crisis,’ and the once spendy schoolboys amongst them start impatiently demanding we’re fiscally solvent in six months; jobs, health, entitlement programs, and infrastructure be damned! With reckless patience followed by heedless impatience, to say nothing of nauseating priorities, it’s no wonder we’re on the downslope. Hey, it’s never too late to take up model building, though America’s not all that great at building things these days, especially those that require patience, so I’m not holding my breath.
also by Eric Zimmerman
- West Texas Charm - September 30th, 2011
- Forward March - August 15th, 2011
- Summer Laundry List - July 26th, 2011
- Blinky Palermo: A Retrospective - June 28th, 2011
- I Like Texas and Texas Likes Me - June 19th, 2011