A year passed since Mrs. Cowboy Bert and I decided what to paint on the side of her house. Life (and sad to report, also death) happened, so I just waited until she was ready to proceed. I wasn’t bored, but thanks for your concern.

I showed up around 11 a.m. on a Thursday and was in my terrible painting clothes ready to hit the wall by noon. Trouble is, it was really really bright and sunny, a difficult situation for painting.

This was not a problem, because Trail Guy was with me and all prepared to Okie-rig up some shade. (Apologies to my friends from Oklahoma. . . is there a better expression to describe this?)

I drew it on the canvas (a roll-up door so a forklift can off-load bags of pellets for the stove) as close to the sketch as possible. Before I began painting, I masked the edges, which are some sort of a rubber gasket around the door.

Next, I painted in the sky using a color that I had already mixed for skies.

Does this look like Mineral King and Farewell Gap to you?

I cleaned my brush off on the stream area, because I could tell that it would take 2 coats of paint to cover this door material. It was some sort of baked-on white paint atop metal. Might as well use the color on the brush to begin covering the surface as well as getting as much out of the bristles and ferrule as possible (that is the metal section on a brush that holds the bristles to the handle.)

Maybe this 2 day painting project can be stretched out into a week of blog posts!

Will that make you excited for tomorrow?