The sensation of peering over the precipice to wash clothes outside the natural, safe confines of the home. Hand washing! That old-fashioned, laborious method that fails to take advantage of modern technology. But it touches, feels, caresses, and gauges the quality of the clothes beyond their...
It looks a bit like a wedding dress. With a long train. And behind it, the kids at the reception, imagining they might step on it. Just for fun, that’s all!...
The fields are no longer ploughed, the vegetable gardens are no longer tended, clothes are no longer hung out to dry. All that remains are the traces of when we used to communicate with our surroundings. Only silence grows. And abandonment, our own, of ourselves, of abandoning...
The dress and the wind. What a lovely dancing couple. Although it might not seem like it, they’re always dancing close together...
After the spin cycle on the washing machine, the clothes are very creased. You hang them out to dry and then iron them, and that’s it. Perhaps, when they take the washing off the line to iron it, they could take the opportunity to tidy up...