All right, NOW it’s official. It has actually started and what a scary morning it was. I didn’t sleep well last night, the neighbors seem to have the TV and video games at full volume and then shout from floor to floor at each other. At one point I could distinguish Spongebob and at another time I could hear the Mario music. Friday night someone had to check their motorboat engine or something at 2:30 in the moring. It sounded more like a chugging tug boat. I slept in a bit today. I didn’t get up till almost 6:00 and did my routine of making lunch and having 2 eggs for breakfast.
Once I got to the mural I started dragging my feet. Where do you even begin on a 60 foot span? I went and gathered supplies in the dark instead. I can’t find light switches. I didn’t find a chalk string either. I had a box of chalks, a T square and a 3 foot level. The fears and doubts were creeping in, I filed my nails, sketched some more on the design, gathered more things and stared at the wall – a lot. And then I started. To distract myself I thought of all the things to be thankful for. Thank you for the shade from the tree. Thank you for not leaving my camera outside to get stolen like I thought had happened. Thank you for the ladder falling on my ankle not being being painful. Thank you again for Modest Mouse and The White Stripes. Thank you for Dad for teaching me about tools and overcoming fears of scaffolidng. Thank you for the neck coolers. Thank you for my awesome straw hat. Thank you for helping find the shovel even if it did take nearly 20 minutes. Thank you for this mural being in a dirt parking lot where I don’t have to worry about drips on the ground. I don’t even remember now where I drew my first line, it had to be one of the sun rays. From each line I was able to referrance and draw another, just like hiking, one step at a time. It also helped to think of this as it’s own painting and not a photocopy of my plan. A lot of the lines and heights of things were measured by how high I could reach.Now it’s noon and the whole picture is up and I’m ready to lay on some background colors. I can’t believe it.
It’s been a great morning. I’ve had such a variety of activity, from clamoring up and down scaffolding and trying not to fall, lugging the scaffolding, dragging it through the dirt, hacking at the gravel with my little spade as I try to get the ground level, to trying to draw a straight line at an angle that’s so long I can’t see the other end. I free handed a circle and some arcs. I also did plenty of erasing with the chalk but then I went back and painted in the important lines. Real painting. Lines. I’m painting a mural! And when you have to paint a 20 foot straight line you appreciate a steady hand. Thank you for my ability to keep this brush straight. It was like Tai Chi, my whole body was focused on keeping that line straight, I painted with my exhale and slowly shifted my weight along with the line, and like Tai Chi it was so calming and serene. In my head I narrated to a small child about how to do this correctly. There is talk about kids helping me out for community service. Might as well prepare.
|Thursday, first day of painting. See the wet ground?|
|Beginning of the sun with changes made to make room for the sign.|
|What will be the town. Everything is built off of the steeples so that’s all I need for now.|
After lunch there will be color!