Life doesn’t necessarily get brighter at the paint shop…in fact, they get duller. During my time as a painter, I realized that there a lot of colors. In particular, there were a lot of colors that we weren’t using. Mind you I wasn’t an artist by any means, I was the painter you see mudding the walls of ancient local buildings so they would be able to stand a bit longer while looking somewhat pleasant to the local’s eyes. With this work, you would expect us to use an array of all sorts of bright, wonderful colors. Instead, I learned about the fifty shades of gray – literally and the fact that there is no such thing as “white” or more accurately “true/pure white”. In fact, the closest white you could achieve is the During my time as a painter, I realized that there a lot of colors. In particular, there were a lot of colors that we weren’t using. Mind you I wasn’t an artist by any means, I was the painter you see mudding the walls of ancient local buildings so they would be able to stand a bit longer while looking somewhat pleasant to the local’s eyes. With this work title though, you would expect us to use an array of all sorts of bright, wonderful colors. Instead, I learned about the fifty shades of gray – literally and the fact that there is no such thing as “white” or more accurately “true/pure white”. In fact, the closest white you could achieve is the Instead, I learned about the fifty shades of gray, literally and the fact that there is no such thing as “white” or more accurately “true/pure white”. There, are a million versions that come close to it such as, Cloud White (which I used so much I could tell what it is on any building), Calm White, All White, White Whisper, Linen White, Ivory White, Cotton, and Cotton Balls, to name a few.  In fact, the closest white you could achieve is the In fact, the closest white you could achieve is the Flat ceiling paint that you use to cover up unsightly gray-er spots that you see when you look up. Ceilings are always interesting to paint. Interesting; not fun. Nope, I do not think that term ever crossed my mind while standing precariously on an 8ft. ladder reaching up as far as possible with sore biceps connected to a soggy roller covered in Flat white that insists on flicking “white” paint on my cheeks. As if I needed white freckles.

The only thing worse than ceilings was duct work. There is nothing even remotely fun when it comes to painting duct work.