This little painting makes me so happy. I know a lot of people share the same love for the smell of sheets or towels that have been drying in the sun for hours and to see a line of sheets waving to me in the air makes my heart smile.
For me when I think of Summertime Sheets I go back to being a child when I would go visit my grandmother Big Mama in Mississippi. Now, Big Mama was really named Wilda Fleming, but she was Big Mama to us. Not big at all, she was tall, lean, beautiful, kind, sweet, and elegant. She did not have much money at all but her house was full of richness to me and it was my most favorite place on earth. Night time was my favorite time at Big Mama's. She was famous for her fried chicken. Every visit to Big Mama's had at least one round of fried chicken. After we were good and full it was time for bed. Most of the time I hated going to bed as a kid. I was always throwing a fit at bed time, but at Big Mama's I never minded. I would curl up in her bed that required a running leap to get in, it was so tall. It was right next to a window unit air conditioner. I LOVED sleeping next to that air conditioner. Outside that window was the glow of a tall light in the middle of her yard that showcased her beautiful, effortless hydrangeas. Loved that window and that air conditioner. The sound, the smell, everything, but those sheets that was where it was at. Those sheets were so crisp and smelt to fresh. They had been hanging in that hot Mississippi humid summer air all day. Glory. I can literally smell them now. Everynight Big Mama would also lay next to me and tell me stories about when she was a little girl. She would always start by saying, "in the year 19 and --", loved how she refered to dates. Then she would sing me hymns. This is why I never minded bed time at Big Mama's.
When I finished this painting my little boy Beck said, "hey mom you painted a picture of Gigi and Pop's farm"! That is my parents land in the Ozarks. My mom hangs all her sheets to dry out there too. And seeing her line of sheets against a wooded forest is the sweetest sight. They too have a bed out there in the loft of the cabin that sits next to a window air conditioner. Again, sleeping next to that air conditoner curled up in those crisp summer sheets is just the best. I love that Beck refers to the farm with this painting, just shows how those little things create big memories.
I have a couple of art events coming up and I am going to paint a little less literal with my abstracts the next few weeks to put in these shows. Im just taking a little "folking" break;) Not too long though, got too many memories I got to get on canvas! I have made a little playlist of some songs that keep me feeling folky. Hope y'all enjoy!