I’m sitting by my window overlooking the West Bund, with the spring light hitting a stack of exhibition catalogs and my favorite celadon teacup. There is a specific kind of patience required for this season, much like the patience I ask of my collectors when they want to rush into the next big acquisition. We often talk about the 'boom' of the market as if it’s a sudden explosion, but real value is cultivated in these quiet, private intervals of observation.
In China, we say that a good life requires the same discernment as choosing the perfect hot pot; you cannot force the flavors to meld before they are ready. My garden outside is finally showing the first green shoots of the peonies, reminding me that whether you are growing a landscape or a sustainable art collection, you cannot skip the season of waiting. The buzz of the galleries will be there tomorrow, but today, I am content watching the slow growth of things that are meant to last.
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