Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes

Blog

  • This Is 55

    After My First Mountain  There is nothing to do except brace myself.  It’s so cold.  I’m so sick of this wind.  It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more

  • No Wire Hangers!

    Woke up on mother’s day, lazy. Jack and Fiona were already upstairs having breakfast with Alan. I make my bagel with Salmon, brew my coffee, sit on the couch, turn… Read more

  • End of Naptime Paintings

    What thought do I start with. The small flying orange creature that just flew into my house, my notebooks laying out downstairs, almost bare. One piece of black handmade paper… Read more

  • SELF/portrait

    Layers of skin and organs and blood and pain. Layers of joy and pleasure and softness. Layers of hardness and calluses and sun spots and crusty toe nails. Layers of… Read more

  • Murky Masks

    Muggy, foggy, feeling, studio fan blowing. Been painting. Still feeling rays of clear blue streams, magnificent waterfalls, Steep, climb. Hiking in the ferns, heart pounding, another world. Engaged core; I’ve… Read more

  • Blue, The Color, and the bridge I walked over Saturday night

    I’m sitting in a black and white skull dress in front of a grouping of black and white drawings; A powerful portrait in charcoal by William Kentridge hangs on the… Read more

  • Deep IN IT

    Everything’s All set up. Shelves stocked with cerulean Blue, Anthro blue, green gold, burnt sienna, and more wonderful colors and colors and colors. New colors. Past year been keeping colors… Read more

  • GOT what I needed Today

    Purple and pink. Burnt umber and grey. Who can tell what is real or dream? Last night in a dream I walked in tall grass. It scratched my legs. Today… Read more

  • The Love of a Toy. Sadness and Joy.

    Drawing. Red. Rush. Heart Pounding. Newsprint. Red Watercolor Pen. Fast. Dishes piled up behind me. It’s beaten me. The endless piles of dishes and laundry. It’s different now. Big portions.… Read more

  • Daisy Flowers

    Daisy Flowers. I love when Jack says those words. We went to hunt for wildflowers yesterday. Up a hill off Lucas Valley. Yellows covered the hillside like I’ve never seen… Read more

  • Sunday Special

    Sunday Special. Studio Time. Family Yoga. And putting my foot down. The day started off mellow, I told Jack and Fiona first thing in the morning that I wasn’t going… Read more

Find us on:

Join the fun!

Stay updated with our latest recipes and other news by joining our newsletter