with heads down... looking for treasures in the ditch on the walk home from our school bus stop or in
the woods near our home. Rusty bottle tops, rocks, wood and wire scraps; you get the picture.
Half a century later I still walk the same way... just ask my husband; he patiently indulges me this pleasure.
I love checking on the pieces as the patina process progresses over several days.
Getting up in the morning and going into my studio to take a peak reminds me of
early childhood Christmas mornings running into the living room to look under the tree.
Recently I caught American Pickers, Mike and Frank, looking for old rusty stuff. Mike said something
on the episode about his affinity for things with "scratches, dents, and patina". It made me think, that's
exactly what I have... scratches, dents, and patina! However, I do not have the same fondness for seeing those
things on my face that I do for discovering an alleyway treasure possessing scratch, dent, and patina qualities.
My scratches, dents, and patina have me a bit consumed with the aging process. I catch my reflection
and see my mother's face, instead of mine, and wonder where I have gone. Seeing Bill Murray in St. Vincent
this week struck a humbling cord as I remembered watching him on SNL when we both had much younger faces.
The 'before' photo, above right, was taken in my mid-forties, and at that time I was not so happy about the
patina starting to surface. The 'after' photo, beside it, is close to 15 years later; definitely more patina.
Maybe I need to try and make a concerted effort to embrace my own patina in the way I have embraced
the patina of all the treasures I have collected over the years... and the way I embrace the patina
of my most beloved treasure of all; the man standing beside me in both photos.