ADULT SWIM
 
Our family belonged to a swim club. During the summers we could ride our bike and spend the day. The pool was usually filled with children and young teens -  from early swim team practice, to later - lots of jumping and yelling in the blue water, till late in the evening.
 
On busy afternoons, the lifeguard whistles would blow, and for about 20 minutes the volume of children’s voices would go down. Kids would line the sides of the pool and dangle their feet in, while the adults had a quiet, cool, splash free moment to relax and float, without worries of a cannonballing kid coming crashing into them. 
 
Once the whistle blew again, the adults would quickly climb the ladders out, the volume went back up, as the splashing mayhem resumed.
 
12 x 12
oil on cradled wood panel