not me or anyone i know,
but we do share the same room painting technique.
—
paint project
in
my loft bedroom
up high in the cottage
paint clothes on
sweat pants with lost drawstring
falling down
somehow rear end
gets painted
and
lying back
on my tarp covered bed
moved to the center of the room
painting
the low arched ceiling above
paint on my face
in my ears
in my hair
nacho the cat not the food
crying downstairs
the whole time
finally coming up
getting wet paint on him
tracking downstairs
must have been
raised by
depressed
coyotes
he does not meow
like a cat
it is more of a
soulful mourning
bug flies
into the whirlwind
and creates
a textured wall
head hit
on angled walls
time and time again
arms covered
in splatter
i stand
on tippy-toes
balanced precariously
on the edge of the stairs
to reach tiny corners
paint dripping and drying
on wood floor in kitchen below
chip it off
curtain downstairs
taken off
to avoid paint
but
rod broken in process
painting quickly
before the dark of night
when it’s impossible to see up there
in the mood lighting
wow
that’s a lot of color
i can’t wait
to see it
in the daylight
out of paint
put empty can in car
paint gets on seats
goo be gone
leaves a mark
i’ve decided
not to become
a professional
house painter
—
‘one must act in painting as in life, directly.’ -pablo picasso
Oh Beth, I laughed out loud at your painting adventures. Many times. Ha!
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thanks paul, it was a riot.
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wow – life is like and adventure and journey. Once again the details of this post is first class an winning award!
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an adventure and journey sums up life very well )
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Oh how I relate to this, too busy next week to get started again, but I have much still to do. Goo be gone, funny post 😀
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i thought you would, jen. and happy it’s a busy week for you, you are in demand!
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Thank you hun, I think they are just very busy. 😊
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nah, accept that you are very good at it, and in demand )
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Blushes😚
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Killing myself laughing. Nice to know I’m in good company. I promise never to paint anything again.
😀 😀 😀 Why IS it, and how, paint argues with the painter?
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hah, glad you had a good chuckle, i did too – and i agree about the paint having a mind of its own –
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Can’t understand some of the places I’ve found it. Impossible!
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Lol your painting sounds a lot like ours, last year my husband and I attempted to paint the boys room, I say attempted because that is what is was really like an attempt rather than actually painting. 😜😜😜😜
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yes, sometimes it goes that way. actually, every time i’m involved in painting )
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Fabulous:)
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thanks )
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You covered this project with a broad brush, Beth. Wow. You are thorough in your dogged pursuit of a new color in your loft, my friend. The clean-up, though, needs to be hired out to that company where the workers come in with the haz-mat suits, I fear … I think next time you need to plan one of those share-the-work-I-make-the-food parties and invite some friends and relatives (not the little grands, no no no). What to do about Nacho the Cat’s soulful caterwauling? Get a backup band and make a novelty record?
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thanks, mark and you are so right about the cleanup being a whole big deal after the fact and as for the cat…that is a great idea )
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Ha ha. Wise decision to stick to the writing Beth.
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yes, i’m quite sure of it, tric )
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I’m crying from laughter here. That is exactly my experience while painting as well! I make a complete and absolute horrible mess
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happy you enjoyed it roy, and let’s never paint together! )
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Amen!
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Have a nice, successful weekend
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will do, marko. thanks –
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Hi Beth 😀 A really funny post. Loved it ! You’d better steer clear of my village here in Spain as the women paint their houses. Mine was painted for a pittance by a local Spanish woman after the renovation work. Not a drop on the floor ! xox ❤
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she is a witch!
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Uh oh ! That’s me heading in the direction of turning into a toad then 😉 Ribbit !
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hah!
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Oh, Boy. Beth, I’m not sure if I’d laugh or cry. Perhaps gnash my teeth as I’d have to clean up the mess. Loved your descriptions about your painting experience. 😉
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thanks, judy. with my painting method, sometimes the clean up is the bigger job )
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The image reminds me of my younger brother who decided to paint the den when he was about 4 years old. Paint everywhere.
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oops!
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Like it, the brighter the better
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thanks, tori )
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Oh, I bet Nacho was quick to voice opinion about the disruption, huh!?
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absolutely )
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Great poem and I love the way you tied all of the painting metaphors together. Painting is one thing I steer clear of. I always seem to end up with it in my hair! Great post.
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yes, me too, as you can tell )
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that is exactly how I paint…when I paint…and I love danny kaye! (hey, so I wallpaper…which the cats tear off…Picasso reigns!!)
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me too, susie. and as for the wallpaper, i am in awe of people who can do that )
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Awwww, this was great. Smiling throughout.
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thanks, dk )
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I always get paint in my hair. It’s a required part of any painting ritual. 🙂
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same here!
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And when I trim bushes — leaves in my hair. 🙂
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me too!
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LOL! I wish you had photos of you and the cat! 🙂
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they would probably be pretty funny, rachel )
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I am laughing out loud, Beth! sorry I fell behind in commenting! hugs for your bravery and courage in allowing those grandies to be themselves (and when at school, your students, too)!!
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