But you know, the finesse-stuff is kinda all the same. Sure, I'm not going to put a mural on the side of the house or anything (though I'm tempted to put up the occasional 1/4" ladybug here and there like little physical Easter eggs) but paying attention to brush stroke and line is still the same. The main thing that's different is structure. I don't have to worry too much about the canvas/paper/ground on a painting. Prepping surfaces like that for the main event is really pretty easy. On the house, we have to wash, and scrape off flaking paint, and fill in those little holes that bugs occasionally make in siding.
It's looking really nice. I like it, anyway. And it feels like a familiar task, even though I've never done it. Sure, I've done the inside walls, but never the outside except for some trim touching-up I did at our prior home. I'm comfortable with this work, like I've done it a lot.
By the end, I will have done it a lot, I guess. It's a big house. Maybe when I'm done, we'll have a grand re-opening or something. Toast the accomplishment. Speaking of which, here's a big thank you to my son, who has done most of the work this time. Did I just say most? you ask. Yep. I've had to work, and he's taken up the brush and roller in my place. Thanks, kiddo. I very literally couldn't have done this without you, especially with the rainy season looming.
Yay boy, yay painting, yay new-looking house.