Seven o’clock yesterday … a man’s voice calling my name. I had earlier thrown open the french doors to let in the summer morning. Jim, the painter, was about to begin work on the exterior of the house I am looking after for friends.
This morning, as I left for work, Jim and Shaun were up on the roof, stripping the old paint off the eaves.
Walking to the bus stop, I wondered how they were going to deal with the stucco – a feature of the 1920s house’s exterior. I was also curious about the new colour scheme.
Stephen Wright (American actor and writer) once said: “It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it.”
Danny Kaye, on the other hand, said: “Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint you can on it.”
Vincent van Gogh’s advice is pertinent: “If you hear a voice within you saying, ‘You are not a painter,’ then by all means paint … and that voice will be silenced.”