The Sky Clears - Dark Colors

Day 3 on the wall. Alright! Back in the saddle again. The sun is shiny, and the rain is gone. Love it!

I start to hack out the darks. The mortar lines prove to be more of a challenge than I expected. They aren't nice finger joints with smooth rounded concave grooves made by a master mason. They are really deep, blobular, splorky joints made by a drunk mason in training who never mortared 2 bricks together before in his whole life before he decided to build this wall. So, it's taking me a little longer to shmootz the paint into the Grand Canyon clefts. Oh well. All things are possible at Brent Hale Illustration. No job too big, no mortar joint too deep.

Loving the colors though. This paint is so the bomb. 1 coat and that's it. Even colors like red. And the low temp reducer is working great at drying the paint in this 35 degree weather.

This cool 14 year old kid came by riding his skateboard and hung out with me for a couple of hours. I showed him some old school board techniques and he showed me how to do an ollie. He said he wanted to be an artist when he grew up, so I downloaded a little wisdom on him. He said he's going to come check on me tomorrow.

A little late night death defying ladder hanging. I kept seeing flashes in the corner of my eye and thought I was having a brain skism. But when I looked behind me there was someone across the street taking pictures of me. I'm like a trained monkey on a string. Just give me a bannana and watch me dance.

I noticed after I got a big chunk traced on the wall in the perfect position, that there is a giant bolt sticking out of the boys eye. I'm going to ask the owner if we can cut ti off. hopefully the wall won't fall over when they cut it. Keep your fingers crossed.

Thanks Aleve for another pain-free day. I couldn't have done it without you.