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

  • 6:30 am monday, quietness surrounds me once again, thinking about moral highgrounds. 

    Friday I was to get started on my application for the SFAI alumni show. I cancelled plans with a friend to stay home and work on choosing paintings, taking pictures,… Read more

  • Questions about my art career, thoughts on motherhood.

    “Bye Jack, I’m going to take Billy for her walk” I stand next to the high chair to give Jack a kiss on top of his head, he leans into… Read more

  • Time, babies, and painting. 

    6:22 AM Thursday morning. My arm stings from the steam burn I got while making my coffee half asleep. The house is still quiet, dark. It’s October, the cool air… Read more

  • Can you hear it? 

    Silence. Only the hum of the fridge and the sound of coffee filling my cup.  9:32 Wednesday morning. My little bugs are off to Early Start with Lindsay! It’s a… Read more

  • Anxiety, God, and painting.

    I wake up, I feel rested. I hear jack and Fiona crying, “Mama” I slip on my nightgown, look at the clock, “Wow, I totally overslept, it’s 8:15, just a… Read more

  • A moment of weakness

    I found/find myself slipping. Into that sticky yucky cotton candyness feeling. Barely hanging on, annoyed by the popes visit, annoyed by everything even myself. I can’t even stand myself. Extreme… Read more

  • The first time he spotted the moon, on painting and process, Rhythm and Presence. 

    “That” Jack says. He’s pointing through the window, at the sky. He notices the moon for the first time. I wonder what he thinks ? Is it a giant light?… Read more

  • Evanesce

    I said “I’ll be right back.” Lindsay was leaving in twenty minutes, I needed a few minutes to myself before she left. I put in a load of laundry and… Read more

  • Unbreakable inseparable. And recognizable. 

    February, almost two years ago, the days were still short, I remember carrying the babies into the house, it was dark already. The bassinets were set up ready for Jack… Read more

  • Space apocalyptic domesticity

    here I am again, thank goodness.     Strange day today, strange day indeed. Cheerios got the better of me this morning. Jack stuck his spoon in the little tupperwear of… Read more

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