Two Types of Painting
I must be bored. At least that’s what my daughter figures. So, I went shopping – in my garage. I found that I had almost two gallons, one still unopened, of the light cafe-au-lait colored paint that I already have on my walls. It’s called Pony Tail by Olympic. The darker caramel color – bungalow gold (some line at Lowes) is too dark now that I have the dark floors. So I figured I’d take the day “off” from working on my writing to start slowly painting the walls that need finishing. It will never get done as long as I sit her and wish for it to happen.
So I started painting slowly and used up one of the gallons. I promised myself I’d stop there so as to not overdo it. It’s hard getting this stuff finished because I feel like I’m moving at the speed of a snail on Quaaludes.
Here’s where I got with the stairs (left) and you can see how nice it looks with the blue of the kitchen. I could only paint up so high. I’ll need to do the rest when someone is here to spot me on a ladder. Not attempting that while home alone. I had images of me falling down those stairs and breaking my back. There’s no padding on them now. (Click the pictures for a larger view.)
When I finished up the gallon of paint, I decided to grab my quart of coffee bean high gloss brown and paint some picture frames.
These frames were white, dingy, dirty, with a drab olive green inset. They were horrible and didn’t do any justice to the artwork they framed. The artwork was done by a friend of my parents in Sussex, England in 1973 when we lived there. My dad was an avid and skilled sailor and we traveled all over the UK going to regattas. (The British pronounce that re-GA-tah, with the GA rhyming with cat.) A woman, Leta Nicholson, painted these two paintings and they are signed by her. I couldn’t find anything on the Internet about her or if she’s even still alive. Just think, this artwork is 35 years old! GAWD.
The art on the top is the Itchenor Sailing Club in Sussex, England. The picture on the bottom is some church near there, in Sussex. I suppose that in the art world these paintings aren’t all that special, but they are to me. They bring back fond memories of a country I lived in and loved – still do. Plus, I had a wonderful life over there with my parents touring around and watching dad sail while mom knit in the clubhouses. I’ll have to tell you someday about my mom’s fabulous talent for knitting.