There is something so peaceful about a breezy summer day, the sound of children playing, a dog barking in protest somewhere in the distance and the gentle flapping of laundry hanging on the line.
I’ve been doing a laundry line series for quite a few years now and it sells really well. A lot of people use these paintings to cheer up their laundry rooms, or their living spaces. They have even been hung in nurseries. They have such a fun, whimsical feel about them and they always remind me of summer.
Finally the sun is out, after days of gloomy clouds, relentless rain and winds that hissed in protest; finally we have sun. I see blue skies and colorful flowers in bloom, my cat lying on the porch basking or baking in the sun and in the distance, piercing through this peaceful, glorious day is the unfortunate shrieking of my kids as they play. They sound as if they are being attacked, like a mangled dog has bared it’s teeth and is now chasing them through thorn bushes, snapping at their heals. They sound like they could raise the dead with their shrieks of horror. What game could cause this much mayhem you ask? They are playing a game of tag. OH and add in the fly that landed on my youngest daughter causing her to practically lose her lungs, screaming from the sheer horror of it. Oh what a peaceful day…..
Today I feel the wind blowing strong, it whips around the corner of my house, threatening the trees and newly bloomed flowers. It hisses and whines with the creaks of my old home, like a whisper, it surrounds me. I feel chills up my spine, I feel watched;