Tuesday, March 4, 2008

the painted room

among the many ideas i have had recently
for blog entries
the painted room stands out
as one that has been most persistent
in my mind

what goes into a paint job?

first off
every room is different
i paint in a building that is
nearly 100 yrs old
so the ceilings are quite high

the measure of pleasure
i can provide for myself in the
rather mundane operation of
applying paint to a wall
is determined by clean lines
and
even distribution of paint

the ideal for me is to attain to
a completed job and have only
a minimal sense that the effort
does not attain to perfection

clean lines
clean patchwork
no drops or residue to speak of

experience with paint teaches
what is necessary for even coverage
of a surface

to paint trim with attentiveness
to careful distinction from the
wall surface is something of a craft

the more rooms i paint
the more i realize that painters
who preceded me were careless
and i take an odd delight
in bringing a smudgy corner
to a clean perfection

the satisfaction that can be enjoyed
from painting a room
is in the real awareness
that a place that had the look and feel
of aged material all grimey and tattered
now glimmers a bit in the newness
of fresh dry latex

when it comes to color i am by necessity
a minimalist

primarily i use a tinted white
and a flat white
sometimes semigloss

there are faster painters
no doubt
but i am given the luxury
of taking the time i need
to leave the room with a perfect feel

anyone who paints knows
the sublime pleasure

the tip of the brush
is the most powerful
part of the brush

to roll paint
one needs be attentive to
curved lines of paint
running off from the
edge
of the roller

for the heck of it
the other day i made an immense face
on the wall
with the roller
it stayed there for a few days
until i had to end my capricious drama
and move on to another room
to be painted into glimmering perfection

it is hard to describe
the thoughts attending
to the realization
that the job is now finished

it is a way of knowing
however

2 comments:

sally said...

i like to think that jesus
had the same quiet satisfaction
in being a carpenter

i wonder if he ever carved
a face or something else
just for the heck of it?

he had a knack for engineering geology too
he knew it was better to build a house
on solid rock than on shifting sand
i suppose that was common knowledge
even in his day

now i get to learn how to teach my students
just how to measure the shiftiness
of sand
its compressibility, compactibility
collapsibility, shear strength
and how to assess the stability of rock
the orientation and spacing
of the fractures

intersecting fractures that slope
toward the road cut or other cut-slope
are the greatest cause for concern

but i have much more to learn
before i start teaching this stuff
in less than a month

i finished the Ruth Burrows book
at lunch today
i am still processing it

heidi elise said...

Good Morning friend!

Yesterday the Honey Brook Elementary school hosted the Miller Brothers Blues band from Lafayette, Indiana in the gym. The kids LOVED it. The barefooted 22 year old guitarist invited the school to dance. My kindergartners and I danced in circles getting dizzy and having a great time.

Live music, as you wrote about Bob Koop, is energizingly 'real.' It is the personality of the performer melting into the instrument that makes it totally uniquely them.

The 14 year old harmonica player had the kids MEZMORIZED. I watched the children's beautiful faces wide-eyed and mouths gaping open listening to him play that 'thing.' It exposed the children to yet another music genre that they may not have heard before--the purpose of the school doling out the cash to see barefooted teenage guys wearing bandanas and long hair play blues music. After the Assembly JanE, and the other string players, played their instruments with the with band in attempt to utter blusesy tones from their fingers. I wasn't there to hear if it worked or not. It seemed like a good experiment though.

When Josiah is in Germany over Easter break I will attempt to paint his room as a surprise for his return. Eventhough I HATE to paint the trim, especially, I do love to straighten out my back and look at the clean walls knowing the joy he'll have when he sees it done especially for him. I appreciate your penchantcy (is that a word?) for the art of painting a wall well.

Steve and I (he is further that I) are reading Cioran's Tears and Saints. I need to read more to bring something thoughtful to a discussion. He's on Spring Break and has had a week at home; alone during the day.

My Mother-in-Law can not get onto the schindler-boyer blog. Is there someway they need to 'sign-on' before seeing the blog? You know this is all new to me....

Dirty bathrooms and dusty floors call me.

Is Collegeville Station playing tonight?

~heb