I took the bus to the project site this morning so my wife Karen could take the truck to work (We currently only have one vehicle between us). Karen needed to leave early for work and from work. I also got on the bus early AND IT WAS VERY COLD this morning. Shiver, BRRRRRR! I had a lot on my plate to accomplish today.
Things were going real good. I had begun to resolve some design issues I had in the rock wall area. Having the windows in the double doors created a real headache to design around and left some strong annoying diagonals---Bad design trap you want to always avoid. I played around with some fun rock cliff shapes which now looks much better. Turned out, he windows I guess were a good thing. They forced me to come up with a better design solution in this area than even on the original sketch.
Just when I was really in the painting groove, my wife called about noon, informing me she was on the way to the hospital. She was having some extreme pain in her esophagus and upper chest area. Since I took the bus, I had no way to get to the emergency room quickly, but I managed to find a ride about 30 minutes later from one of the employees who happened to be clocking out.
Before I left, I called a good neighbor (my home teacher) in Payson, Utah where we live, who said he'd check in on her. By the time I got there, Karen was just going in for a CAT SCAN. They were concerned that she might have had something like a Herniated Esophagus, but it turned out to be some sort of severe spasm in the Esophagus area, brought on by indigestion---not as serious, yet a concern. She went home about 2 hours later and was doing okay, so I went back to work.
When I returned, I noticed that someone had smeared some wet oil paint on the white wall at the bottom of a stairwell area. It was pretty obvious that someone carelessly forgot the paint was still wet!---(I use Classic Artist OILS). The individual got paint on his/her hand and wiped it off on the wall!
When I started the project, I put up caution signs on both sides by each door window, to watch their hands and shirt or coat sleeves as they pass through the door way. I finally remedied the situation by hanging rags on the door handles. No excuses now. I'm not worried about the mural getting smeared so much. I can fix that easy enough. I just don't want anyone to get paint on their clothes or leave paint fingerprints all over the building.
This page will blog the progress of the Novatek Mountain Vista Mural in Progress from start to finish. SCROLL DOWN TO SEE PHOTOS AND READ BLOG ENTRY ON ART IN THE WORKPLACE.
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