exposed

the fictitious conversation with a midget on my knees commiserating about internet use will remain etched in my mind.

i was utterly devastated. completely humiliated.

i finished my painting...

why clothes-pegs? i have no idea. it just popped into my mind and i couldn't shake it. i actually really like it's a simple inanimate object. i think it looks better in person.

a couple weeks ago at storytellers, we had to write a poem about an inanimate object. rach wrote about clothes-pegs. i liked it a lot and found it very timely, so made the immediate decision that i would get a copy and write it on the back of my canvas when i finished. here's her poem, read it while you look at my painting (or maybe have someone read it to you so you can just focus on the painting)

little wooden clothespin
you are lovely to behold.
oh, that i could clasp you in my arms
as you clasp my drying dress upon the line
and feel, as surely that dress must,
your unfailing pinch in return.
your little metal spring, cool in my grip,
sends shivers of gratitude down my spine
for each moment you spend in humble service
to the greater good
of keeping my family clean and dry.
~ rachel j. erb, 2008 ~