Everyone wants more time right? Time often opens it’s self up to us, and we don’t want it: the time stuck in traffic, the time waiting in a waiting room. My wise husband taught me years ago to use the time that we have, and I have made a game out of trying to enjoy time’s wrinkles.

I painted the above painting a couple weeks ago, while my son recovered from an appendectomy. As I headed to the hospital I grabbed a change of clothes, a snack, my water bottle, my phone charger, and I chucked them into my pastel bag (which was cocked and loaded (key to enjoying time’s wrinkles)). I didn’t paint in the ER, or while he was in the OR, but the next day he napped and I found a wrinkle to paint in.

Today I have happily found another wrinkle – here is my airport studio. Before you tell yourself how organized I am, notice the yellow, mark-of-shame, late check-in tag on my luggage.