I Don’t Like Mondays

I Don’t Like Mondays

I was feeling terrible first thing on Monday morning. I awoke with a terrible headache and a fever. Try as hard as I could I had no energy and really did not want to do anything other than sit and feel sorry for myself. As the day progressed I felt no better but thought that I could not just sit about all day doing nothing. I headed through to my painting space and poured some paint.

I had been thinking about the Mondays of my youth.  The school days! After a good weekend remembering how terrible it was to have to go back into school on Monday.

Then there were the times when I spent the summer holidays with my Gran. Monday was her day to have the communal washhouse. She lived in a tenement building. At the back there was a large pole. Strung from this pole to each of the houses back window was a rope pulley system. My Gran would lean out the back window and hang her clothes on this  rope and pull it until the clothes were out between the pole and the window, where they caught the wind.

At the bottom of the garden was a washhouse with a large boiler with a coal fire underneath. The clothes were boiled in this with some of the soap powder from a little box. I even remember it was , “Akdo.” It took her most of the day to accomplish this washing. An event. What it meant was that on Mondays she an I did nothing much else.

So I heard again the song, by the, Boomtown Rats, “I Don’t Like Mondays.

So this abstract came from these thoughts. Painted on acrylic paper with acrylic paint. Most of it was painted using my fingers. I hope you can see all the things I was thinking, especially the line from the song that says, “I want to shoot the whole day down.”

This blog is linked to my other.   The Toils of getting old.