“Ah! The wonderful thing about a house is not that it provides us with warmth and shelter; but that it slowly builds within us a reserve of contentment, shaping, deep in the heart, the immense darkness from which dreams emerge, like water from a spring . . .” Antoine de Saint-Exuprery. WIND, SAND AND STARS.
The house had not been painted since it was built more that fifty ago. It had endured the relentless sun. The lashing with bruising rains. The scratching of salt-laden winds. It had not been treated kindly. Its sheltering strength taken for granted. Each year a little more paint peeled away exposing the first growth cedar. The colours faded. It looked forgotten. Neglected. Uncared for.
The house was examined. Suffered indignities as it was poked and prodded. Were the boards too warped? Had the eaves rotted? Board after board was slowly, carefully scraped and sanded . Beneath the neglect the wood was as fine, as true as the day the house was built.
So began the rejuvenation of this house.
Every hour spent in the exhaustive process a grateful return for the years the house had provided not only shelter but an enveloping sanctuary; a place of quiet joy, of contentment, of love. The mind remembering the friends and family who had become part of this home. He recalled the celebrations; the birthday dinners, the excitement of his daughter flying in from a far country, the supreme happiness of his son’s wedding, the simple pleasures of suppers in front of the fire. This is the zen in the art of painting a house.
(This is stage one of the painting of this much loved house in the country. My desk is littered with paint chips and photograph ideas. I am searching for the perfect colour to compliment the river stone front and the elegant new windows. It is desired the house respect the vernacular of its country setting. This returning a house to its former glory is very exciting. to be continued …….)