a weekend of scraping Robb and I have gotten most of the scabby paint
off of our walls. I hate to think how many hours I spent, picking paint
out of the sculpted spaces between our plaster "tiles." If I hadn't
become an artist, I might have made a career as a dental hygienist. Or
art conservator. Or something.
The next phase of the
project is patching the plaster "tiles" that have been damaged. I'm
using a mixture that I affectionately call "schmoo." We use a variety of schmoos
in scenic painting, to create or eradicate textures. In this case, I'm
using a recipe of joint compound, white latex paint, and flexible white
glue. I'm taping off individual tiles, and applying the schmoo with a
soft kitchen spatula. I'm applying an incredibly thin layer, as
smoothly as I can manage. Robb will sand my repaired tiles tomorrow
while I'm at work, and hopefully this layer of schmoo will go a long way toward disguising the cracks and smashes in our elderly walls.
I suppose it's worth mentioning that while I'm smoothing out walls at home, I'm texturing walls at work. As usual, I'm the Sisyphean Painter.