Breath In. Breath Out. There, don’t you feel better already? Click the video clip below to play.   Fresh Air Is it the fresh air, or is it the sea salt? Maybe it’s the fresh sea air. Maybe it’s that you can find original art, by original artists, just hanging out here. Breathe in the fresh sea air. Not because clothes dried on the line smell better than any fabric softener every invented – although that is true. It’s more about how the breeze makes shirts and sheets dance. And how hanging out clothes gives neighbours a chance to say hello and catch up. And the curious fact that in some parts of the province, pants are hung from the cuffs, whereas in others they’re hung from the waist. This is what a clothesline is not. It is not a ‘structure’. It is not an ‘assemblage’. It is not something to be looked down upon except from the top of a hill. This is what a clothesline is. It is the longest distance between two trees. It is poles that lean like ships masts in a gale. It is a spider-web of wire that catches the dew. This is what a clothesline is. It is the fabric of your life. It is where housework and hard work and patchwork create artwork. It is where fashion queen meets sweatshirt girl. It is colours and whites and fine thread-count and rough darning. This is what a clothesline is. It is clothes that wave like delighted school children. It is the smell of the sun - a smell to bury your nose into and to lie between at night. It is the sheer soul-filling pleasure of the wind and the sun. Here, a clothesline is more than just a clothesline. Maybe it’s because our fabric softener is just fresh air.

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