Airing My Creative Laundry
Okay, here it is. Time to air my dirty laundry, as Mama Pea suggested in an earlier comment. Time to disclose the deep secrets, my quirks, my irritations,…. Here I go:
WE STILL DON’T HAVE A NEW CAMERA.
There. Now you know. A farm without a camera is, well, sort of naked.
So I’ve been cruising through my photo file and have no choice but to go off-topic, sort of. I figure if I do this enough, a fund will be started to collect money for a new camera.
Since farmers and writers need to blow off a little creative steam now and then, I often participate in an Artist-Poet Collaboration held at Crossings here in Zumbrota. Talented poets submit poems, the best 20 are chosen, then artists create art to accompany the poems—paintings, drawings, pottery, fabric/fiber, anything goes.
The poem I chose to illustrate was light and lively, with many images, but I fixated on the line about laundry blowing in the breeze. However, my deadline approached and I still hadn’t painted anything because I didn’t know what laundry blowing on the line really looked like. Where were the shadows? How did the fabric move?
So I hung out a shirt and pair of jeans and waited. No wind. No movement. Finally a tiny puff came up and I snapped a shot, seconds after the wind died.
I’m not going to confess how long I stood out there in the chilly March air waiting for my laundry to blow in the wind. I have many photos of laundry just as it stopped blowing. Breathtaking.
Still not great. I waited for more, then gave up. At this rate, my deadline would blow by faster than the laundry.
Here’s the result, called “Line Dancing,” done in pastels.
The piece sold, which was flattering. Of course, it was purchased by the poet’s mother, who buys all the pieces connected to her daughter’s work, which is very sweet. That might be why I tend to pick this woman’s poetry. I know her mom will buy anything I make!