For some reason this morning I find I am being drawn to pictures of laundry. It may have something to do with the fact that I've had some nice alone time lately, which is great, because I can take care of lots of things I don't get around to when the house is full of people.But it also means I get to spend time with myself and watch what thoughts emerge -- and inevitably a certain amount of dirty laundry gets aired. But that's a good thing, not something to run away from. It's an opportunity to take a look at old patterns and old assumptions that could maybe use a little freshening up; a chance to unearth a little past dirt that's been staining the present unnecessarily...
Or it could just be I'm really missing Italy. Such a gorgeous country; hope I get back there someday!
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Your image reminds me of the work of an artist whose studio I've visited. She uses hand-made papers to create these wonderful collaged landscapes, a number of them with laundry lines and tiny clothes, such as you might see in Italy. The work has a pull I can't quite explain. I miss Italy. Let's go!
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