Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes

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  • The Good Luck

    Focus on the good luck The rocket lands in the ocean By sheer luck nothing catches on fire this weekend, We are healthy- alive- under quiet dry skies, Birds chirp,… 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

  • Something Beautiful 

    I have a Dream. I walk by the door of the Gallery, my show is being installed. I can see three small framed portraits being hung, the installers say, “not… Read more

  • MAMA….

    I sit myself next to the kitchen window so I can see when Jack, Fiona, and Alan get home. Alan took them down to the park. They wouldn’t take their nap and… Read more

  • Peace and Chaos

    Birds chirping, chimes making music, Jack and Fiona talking to each other in their locked room, it’s naptime. It’s possible they won’t go to sleep, but I still need my… Read more

  • How to Clean up a broken Jam Jar

    Step one: Yell “FUCK” in a long, slow, low, voice as the strawberry jam jar slips out of my hands and crashes onto the floor. Step Two: Say: “Jack step… Read more

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