Oh yeah!! let me paint your house! For a very brief time I got to be a mural painter. The pictures don't do them justice and these are huge! Like had to stand on a chair to paint most of them.
(Clicking on them will enlarge them)
Under the snow unicorn mural is a under sea mural. I don't have any pictures of it. It's only claim to fame was the moray eel in the cave. Painted it then waited 30 second and wiped it off and whalaa! sinister shadowy grinning eel that looked it was just catching enough sea light to hint at it being there.
It disturbed the farm kids so I eventually replaced it with the snow unicorn.
I was already vulnerable at that point and her words just sliced me all to hell. I snapped the picture, erased the cat outline, repainted the curtains a light brown and left angry and in tears.
LISTEN you Bitch. This room is used for therapy of CHILDREN! I should have been getting help in this room rather then cutting and burning he crap out of my self. PINK IS A OFTENED USED THERAPY COLOR BECAUSE ITS SOOTHING. THIS ISN'T SOME SHIT I AM MAKING UP. THAT IS WHY I CHOSE THAT COLOR.
google it you monster! "Healing properties of pink: Heals grief and sadness. Restores youthfulness. Brings you in contact with your feelings."
oh wait there wasn't google at the time. She is one person I would like to go back into time and retroactively smack the crap outta. Frightens me she worked daily with vulnerable children...AND NEW ALL THE MURALIST ON THIS PROJECT WERE ABUSE SURVIORS.
bleah. capped my paint cans and never painted again.
To not end on a ugly note lets talk about Berigetzina' Temhota'
I got to paint the dining room at my work. It was a 38 bed locked Alzheimer's unit. It was so much fun.
I painted at night. Some times alone, and sometime with a resident or two watching.
I owe my sister a debt of gratitude. As I embarked my first night to paint she quipped, " you remember that it shades dark to light?"
I rolled my eyes, "of course."
When in reality if she hadn't said that I'm not sure the sky would have faded in the right direction or at all! LOL.
This gives a better idea of the size.
Several other people painted murals up and down the hallways. They painted animals and people. The residents rubbed and scratched the eyes off all the murals and defaced them occasionally with poop. I take it as quite a compliment that my art work existed unmolested for years before it was repainted.
This was also my first encounter with the ghostly window reflection of my work. As I neared completion a resident came down and opened the blinds of the window across from the main mural.
I set up my camera to take a self portrait (takes out my teeth, "You whipped snappers, that's what selfies were called back in my day")
and as I crouched to fit in to the picture I looked past to the camera to see the mural reflection and the resulting picture is a classic. The look of stunned amazement at the ghostly refection of the mural and me, with the sun behind me making a halo.
I have a few mural ideas I sketch but never painted.
A mostly fun chapter in my life.