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I could never understand why the armies of construction workers in this town would head for the Wendy’s or Burger King over a nutritious, fresh soup and salad next door. That was before I started spending long days under a respirator spraypainting in a cavern of concrete. When you’re involved in continuous sweaty, labourious activity, you’re not about to squander your one meal break waiting around for little bits of things to be arranged on a plate. This is no time to pick your way through a Whole Foods buffet bar, then line up at the cashier. You need to mainline those big fatty, sugary, caffeinated calories. Now.
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A daunting, dark space takes on new life as a geometric colour field.

PictureMy purple man’s business shirt has it all covered.

This is just one of the ah-ha moments that came to me during Phase I of the Parkade Painting project. Another big learning moment: carbon dioxide can wreak havoc with the logic centre of the brain, which in retrospect explains a lot of stoopid mistakes I made in the process of turning a wide expanse of concrete into a geometric colour field, like forgetting pattern choices and mixing up colours. Turns out that carbon dioxide builds up in the mask over time so you — and by you I mean me here — have to come up for real, non-fumey air at least once an hour.  I should have solicited advice from my encaustic-painting friends on this one before I got to the point where I was staggering around, forgetting the whole purpose of spending these last summery days in carcinogenic clouds of propellants and other nasty chemicals I can’t pronounce.

I like the risk of taking on a daunting project of a scale not normally tackled by a five-foot-two female but I’m risk-averse to exposing myself to a toxic environment so except for the no-breaks slip-up, I’m serious about suiting up for the task at hand. In this case that means protecting the largest organ — the skin — from exposure. Here, the Smart Girl’s Guide to Spraypainting in the Summertime:

1. Cover it all. If you’re of my stature you will search but never find Carhartt coveralls that fit your female frame, and Home Depot’s one-size-fits-all disposable painting jumpsuit just doesn’t have the majority of the people who do home painting (women) in mind. You will have to improvise. I wear a (particular) man’s business shirt over a workout top and loose cotton pants. The cuffs and top-buttoned collar has it covered, plus the breast pocket is perfect for storing gloves. All this goes over light cotton pants and runners.


PictureOne day of painting shows particulate trapped in a cartridge filter.

2. Speaking of gloves, I like the snug, waterproof Watson gardening gloves, because you won’t find painting gloves in your size at Home Depot. And disposable gloves and painter’s tape are a bad mix.

3. Respirator and Safety glasses. These should be viewed as a two-part must-have unit. Silly dust masks are for chumps. We like our brain cells. If you can smell the chemicals through the mask, it’s not working, but that’s not to stay that the cartridge is not done. It’s hard to predict when a cartridge should be replaced but I switch out the filter pads as soon as they look less than pristine and change the cartridges as I’m psyching myself up to embark on one of these harebrained art schemes, which is about once a year.

4. Head scarf. I tie it snug and low around the forehead so it meets the top of my glasses. Spraypainted hair is nasty.

Now onto Phase II….


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Only artist-quality spraypaint can handle the pits and scars of industrial concrete walls.