Friday, June 26, 2009

Smell the latex

I haven't been posting that much lately. I suck in this respect. Not only that, I haven't been cycling as much as I should. My house needed painting and I've been doing that. It's no excuse though and I realize. I'm so burned out after work and then I come home and paint.

But there's a certain calm in painting. Houses... (there's no calm in art painting/ oil painting for me. That's like work. I always stress when I do that.) But house painting, you're up on that ladder and spreading out the latex.. It's a summer thing. Mindless in a way, but rewarding too.

That's been my world. Up on a ladder painting my house. The smell of the latex. The clink of the extention ladder as I raise and lower it. The feel of the water when I clean out the brush.

Well there's that.

I want to something about the King of Pop but I can't find the right direction. I loved some of the music. There's something strange though, and not just about his death.


Jules said...

Painting alone can be relaxing, for sure.

Since you love it so much, how about coming up here and doing my fence and deck for me this summer? ;OP

don said...

I'll be there in a minute.

Jules said...

If it ever freaking stops raining so I can stain the fence, I'll give you a call! ;O)

don said...

I'm only happy when it rains.