UNTIL artist Penny Anderson sent me a direct message on Twitter (the modern equivalent of the steamie) telling me about her forthcoming art project at the clothes poles on Glasgow Green, I confess I didn’t know such a place existed.
But then, I’m not a native Glaswegian, unlike many of the passers-by I met last Monday when I visited Anderson’s Words of Washerwoman installation on its first day in situ. Mostly dog-walkers, many stopped in their tracks with a shock of recognition as they processed the sight of 28 white muslin sheets hanging on newly-strung lines of string from the neat rows of 36 cast iron clothes poles which served the women of Glasgow well over several hundred years.