An artwork I made in 2011 called Walking in the Rain contained a line about how people (myself included) often get superstitious when they leave the clothes out on the hills hoist and go out: “Of course its raining, I left my washing on the line”. Yesterday, after temperatures reached 39 degrees in Earlwood and I was trying to finish corrections on an essay, the rumbling of approaching thunder was a sign of the imminent relief. Given my interest in the weather, I got extra excited and thought I would film the relationship between the clothesline and the encroaching storm.
<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/151846429″>Clothesline</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/user3137328″>Jennifer Hamilton</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a>.</p>
As a weather scholar I also believe that I have a good capacity to “read” the weather and know when it will storm. But invariably I am terrible at actually sensing the weather and rely on radars and predictions. Today, even worse, I was out in the storm and so preoccupied by the filming I had no idea it was about to rain buckets with very little margin for taking down the clothes. After this film I spent the next 15 minutes hanging wet clothes up on our undercover clothesline.