Out of every 100 paintings I do, I think I am truly happy with maybe two. And by that, I mean I look at it and see that what was inside of me when I was painting, manifested itself through pigment and water onto the paper. It's a good feeling when that serendipity happens, and I would like it to show up more than two percent of the time! This painting is a culmination of studies of clotheslines that I've done over the years .
Why clotheslines? I love everything about them visually because they encompass all that I want to experiment with in watercolor.: Light, shadow, luminosity, shape, form, and preserving the white of the paper. My challenge has been to paint the clothesline and fabrics, with all of their folds, textures, and shadow detail, while simultaneously maintaining the freedom and playfulness of the abstract. When it comes down to it, that's what I strive to do in all of my paintings, enabling me to get to the essence and power of the subject.
The power in this painting is that it resonates emotionally with so many people on various levels. As soon as I posted it, people began talking about their memories of being with mom or grandma out in the backyard hanging laundry on the line, or the fresh smell of cotton sheets after being dried in the sun all day. An old clothesline blowing in the wind seems to bring back universal childhood memories of a slower time when bright summer days stretched out like long shadows into evening.
This is the first painting in a series dealing with preserving whites and light, maintaining luminosity and playing loosely. I'm hoping to push past some tightness and deal with the painting as a whole, living entity. Learning as I go.