Painting can be a neck breaking task. For people like me the paint brush can only be utilised in moments of self expression with a kadinksky like mess that is reinforced by those dark lines, measured depth and meaningful resourcefulness. In other words I paint to express my inner colour, my inner madness, my inner quiet.
Painting is a neck breaking task when you are looking up at the ceiling for countless hours and painting white on white. You would think it’s straightforward but it’s not and unfortunately I don’t have the patience for it.
Thankfully we have a true professional on the job who turns from musician to painter at a drop of a hat. And believe me he has many fine hats.
Painting a house is about creating perfection in layers. I saw that today and while I felt like I hardly contributed it was great seeing such passion and perfection come together.