Dismantle of the Night

 Here is my latest oil and part of the series "Memories on Canvas" and it relates to my mother.

Dismantle of the Night
Copyright Beatriz E. Ledesma
Oil on Canvas
$650

I grew up in a house that had a large back yard, full of fruit trees and flowers. In the middle of it, there was the clothing line where my mother used to hang the laundry that washed by hand. I used to love to move my body around the hanging clothing, getting wrapped on them when they were almost dried or totally dried. I particularly enjoyed moving around the bed sheets - closely moved by the wind when they were dry. The tactile experience was pleasurable and the smell of a piece of fabric drying in the open under the sun, priceless. By the time I woke up on a Saturday, the laundry was already done and hanging under the sun.
There was certain comfort on it; a sense that everything was good and alive.

Below there are few memory responses I got. I thought them all so wonderful memories that I decided to bring them into the blog. Here there are:

La textura de la sabana es una maravilla!. Desde el caldero surge la tela y viceversa.

Me gusta mucho la atención de los azules. Los broches son magia. Susana

I love this and your description.  A lovely memory..  One can relate to drying laundry and the smell of sunshine....Deb

It's GOR-geous...!!I appreciate also your story. I have my own association with drying clothes - there IS a certain comfort in those fabrics gently swaying in the breeze, no??:) Anna

I love this new painting! It's dreamlike quality and steamy water licking the sheets like flames with flying clothes pins... I love the colors, the motion/emotion. Funny that I have the exact same memory of wrapping myself in the sheets loving the fresh smell of clean laundry drying in the sun and the shadow play as the sheets billow in the wind. It was such an adventure as a small child to have that private space where imagination can run wild while still being so close to home. Eliza

It brought my fond memories of childhood when my mother hung out our clothes to dry.  Like you, I loved the smell of clean, sun-dried clothes--especially the bed sheets; and the movement of the fabric with the wind. Craig