Monday, March 9, 2015

Monday, Monday

Dump and Sort, watercolour and pen,  2011




Wash and Dry. water soluble  markers, painted from life, 2010




Fold and Stack,  watercolour, pen, pastels, . Painted from Life. 2011


LAUNDRY DAY.  Week after week after week.  For such a hum-drum task that goes on a lifetime, you need a sense of humor. Most Mondays, I don't have one.  The Mondays when these were scrawled, I did. I was painting from life. 

Once upon a time, I made a plaster sculpture of what you see in this last painting--the basket with all the laundry folded neatly and stacked high. I used all the pieces of clothing I had shrunk in the wash.  I submitted the sculpture to an Art Exhibition at the college and won first prize.  Then I brought it home and set it at the bottom  of the stairs in the foyer. It was a reminder to the rest in the household that  I will only go so far with laundry.

I've posted these sketches before.  I'll probably post them again some other Monday while I hang out in the kitchen waiting for the dryer to dry.  I will never paint another in this series.  These say it all. 

8 comments:

  1. I see these for the first time and I love them! Haha, first prize! A tribute to all those women all over the world who take care of the laundry!

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    1. It's a thankless job, as is most housework. At least, cleaning is therapeutic.

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  2. I really love these....they do "say it all"!

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    1. Me too. Painting the laundry (or plastering it as I did for my sculpture) is much more fun than washing it.

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  3. They constitute poetry. I agree with Celeste. "These say it all."

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    1. There really isn't anymore to say. Poetry? Really?

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  4. They are delightful. Doing laundry is less so, especially when you need to use the coin laundry, which is the case in my apartment building.

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    1. Thanks Jean. Oh my quarters! Collecting quarters does make an annoying chore more annoying. I had to collect them in our last apartment for the coin operated machines. Then we moved and got our own W and D, but Ellis' moved his office at the same time and he needed quarters for the parking meters! Today, we're quarter free I'm happy to say and my handbag is light as a feather without all that silver in my change purse.

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