Susan posted a lovely image of red laundry hanging on a line, and the image swirled around in my head, and got me thinking about how much an image can evoke.
That single image brought back the smell of summer in San Fernando Valley,
laundry brought in and putting my face in the basket of clean clothes
and the smell of warmth held in its fiber, gold hills and oaks.
I sketched this in the middle of Every Day in May, and so many people spoke of freezing when they are drawing. I looked at that. and thought of the ridiculousness of the inner critic to want explorations and practice in a sketchbook to be perfection.
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Pilot Metropolitan with Platinum Cassis Black ink; Luma Watercolor in a waterbrush.
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I have always loved hanging clothes on the line. When my oldest was a baby I hung all his clothes and sheets on the line. He would sit in his walker, playing with the clothespins in the bag while I hung them. Precious memories.
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Yes… better than sitting him on the washer while you pile clothes in the dryer!
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How fun! Glad to inspire, dear Kate! We have your fine clothesline painting up in our laundry room and just love it.
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Don’t forget — prayer flags… not laundry! I am so happy knowing you have one of my first watercolors…
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Reminds me of when I hung everything on the line. I still have a clothesline and hang a few things outside to dry.
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I love hanging my laundry and hang most of it!
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