Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes

Only a Few Works Left! Fourth Wall Gallery Show-Eight At The Fourth Coming to an End!

January 5th, 2019
The Group show I am in,

https://www.fourthwallart.com/

“Eight at The Fourth” is closing soon.

I still have two available framed works:

Plus unframed works:

I love these pieces! I loved all my work in this show. These are the works that sold:

There is a catalogue:

I love how the show looks and am proud to have shown with a group of such amazing women artists!!!

I’m going today with my family to check it out again!

Hope you can make it.

Work is available through online sales and shipped to you if you live far.

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Winter Reveals, Dreams Reveal

January 3rd, 2019
Happy. Made my bed. Thought I was cured. Thought I had it all figured out. Lined the sides of my bed with dirty laundry stacked flat. Told the person I thought was in charge I was feeling better, I was ready to wash my clothes. She gleamed, smiled wonderful.

“Where’s the washer and dryer?” I asked.

“There isn’t one”

In front of me were piles and piles of dirty laundry. I tried to stay positive. I’ll wash them by hand. Then I imagined my clothes crispy, cold. And damp. They would never dry outside on the first day of January.

Then I woke up. I emerged from my dream in deep thought.

The mood followed me up the hill, through the bramble branches. Silver shrubs, thick, curly, bare, poison oak vines. How could I have never seen those? Never noticed those piles of dead branches. The wind must have knocked them down. I walk past silver and green spots on the trail that never see sunlight this time of the year. Ravines and crevices in the hillside.

I stop for a moment. Remind myself to stop thinking. Stop worrying. I’m in a spot under a young Oak Tree. It feels like I’m surrounded by Robins. It’s beautiful and peaceful. I stand here for a few extra minutes before heading home.

I finally got in my studio today. It felt like an explosion happened. I had so much creativity to release. In previous days, during this holiday, when the kids are home from school. During warm cozy nights beside the Christmas tree. Watching the delights on my children’s faces as they play with new toys.

I noticed myself starting to slip away. I started to become withdrawn. I needed studio time. It could have become dire. But I made it to today, made it into my studio.
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Wet Cold Ground

December 21st, 2018
I got to the park this morning the same time I do every morning. I had the bags of socks, flannels, a notebook and pens for Michael and Kaia. No one was at the park when I got there. I wanted to see if they were sleeping in their camp. I climbed through a hole in the fence, I’d never explored that area before. I followed a path and saw wet blankets on the ground. I saw the blue tarp covering something up. There was a wet, soggy, muddy, pink and black sports bra on the ground. Beer cans and other pieces of trash. But there was no tent, no type of real shelter. One day I asked them- where they go when they aren’t at the park. Kaia said Back There as she pointed. That’s where I went today, I couldn’t imagine them all sleeping back there, on the wet cold ground with no shelter. I wondered why they didn’t ask me for camping equipment the day I asked them what they needed. They said tarps, socks, and clothes.

I stashed the two bags in the sink hole Michael showed me the other day. He said he walks to that spot every morning. He said he used to put a tarp over the hole and sleep in there. When I put the bags there this morning the ground was dry. It was like a little cave. There was a bigger cave below it, rain water runs through underground in the winter. He said his friend Dino used to live in that hole. I wondered where Dino was now, but by the way Michael said it, it seemed like Dino might be dead.
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