Over the last long weekend, I painted a pair of bathrooms – one in a shade called ‘Summer Sky’ and one in a shade reminiscent of the summer sun called ‘Wild Daisy’. You may guess where my mind has been. As Mercury shifts into retrograde motion, we need to ground ourselves with safe rituals. Painting has always been that for me. I may not like it, but it helps.
According to my Uncle Roberto, who was a house-painter when he was alive, painting is all about the preparation. It was the prep work that was the most difficult and time-consuming, but it made all the difference in whether the paint job was to be successful or not. My Uncle was best at showing us how not to live, mostly with warning tales of his storied past and questionable decisions, but when it came to painting he knew what he was talking about, and I took the lesson to heart.
These days painting often signifies a rebirth, or a cleansing of some sort. It was literally that for this round, as I couldn’t get some candle soot off the walls and ceiling so I simply threw new paint at the problem and here we are. We were due for a change, and as we enter the final throes of a winter I’m all too ready to forget, it’s time for something new.
