Phone rings...time to greet a new wall.
What does it want?
What does the client want? What is their story? A wedding, a birth or loss, a graduation or divorce?
On the surface, basic needs are assessed. Ensure the color and texture are congruent to the space. Ensure a spark is seen in the client's eye.
Mask, tape, prime..repeat.
The dialogue starts.....
Steel glare shines in my eyes.
A quick press of the sharp trowel cuts through to the first push. Arms stretch tall and a breathe is taken.
Its me that is talking to the wall.
Time elapses, each stroke marks a moment. Each touch is building. Then the final pass comes.
"What do you need? More or less. Don't overwork me or I WILL delaminate."
"Am I giving you what you need? Will you be there after your dry? I hope so."
All shiny and new. Let the celebration begin! Couches, tables, and lights rejoin the family.
Part medium...we are.
Wow , you are very poetic! this was a beautiful well written poem.
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