Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes

Space apocalyptic domesticity

September 16th, 2015
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 cheerios, I thought he might like milk, so I added some. The whole container was on the floor in ten seconds flat. “Mother fucker” no, I didn’t say that until after I bent down to wipe up the mess and WHACK, hit my head on the granite. I know jack and Fiona don’t mean it in a bad way when they decorate the floor with their food , it’s just exhausting cleaning the floor all day long.

I worked today on the pieces I started yesterday, most of them ended up in the re-invent pile. I really like where they’ve taken me though, and feel I am on a slight path to something? Experimenting with line, color, marks, spontaneity. It’s so easy to go too far on these. It’s also hard to stop when my mind/body is wanting to keep going. I really have to say no and start a new one.

  I’m really enjoying working in my notebooks, I am learning so much from them. I also feel totally free, I just lay down marks without worrying “what next?”

I won’t be able to work very much in my studio this weekend because I’m having a house guest. That always gives me such anxiety. To know I may not have any time to paint or write. But it’s important to socialize and see family. To relax! Drink wine and make a great meal! I’m looking forward to it.
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Working, thinking, mothering

September 15th, 2015
“mama,mama” I hear Jack on the baby monitor. I’m in my studio working.


I can get a lot done in an hour! I tore up the large canvas I worked on yesterday, I felt excited when I thought of re-working the smaller pieces. I think I might work that way for awhile. It sounds like Jack went back to sleep. He’s quiet again.

  We’ve been having a lot of fun. They make me laugh, like when I found them in the pantry taking out all the dog food and putting it on a shelf. I make them laugh when I hop, they can’t figure out how to get air. They try though!

They make me mad too. Last night I wanted to have a family dinner, I cooked sworfish, chard, and potatoes. Jack and Fiona completely rebelled. They threw food on the floor and whined. It drove me crazy. I said, ” sorry, you have to wait until mommy finishes her dinner.” I had to block out the annoying “down, down, down.”
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Unafraid frayed parade

September 14th, 2015
back here again. In my studio. Hum of the fan, paint drips everywhere, acrylic caked hands.

First time painting since Saturday. I hate painting because it’s like a drug to me, it’s not just the paper, it’s the creating. I felt like i was a stuffed toy, knitted together and i went through the dryer cycle. My temperature changed, i cracked like a dry leaf into a bunch of little tiny pieces.

The fine viens holding me together were delicate, I knew I was tired, but I had this other feeling deep down inside.

The feeling I get when I come down, burnt to a crisp. Will I take it easy? Have I used it all up?

Then I pull out some stuff to work on. Larger things, canvas and a few unfinished pieces from the Rhythm and Presence workshop.

I just start working, unafraid.

The energy i received from working with other artists on Saturday is still with me.
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