About a year ago I began our own small business. I worked out of our basement and painted furniture all afternoon and night long, flipping curbside freebies into artistic renditions of our deepest inner world. There was distressed paint and graphic images from science, biology, and tunesal influences. I enjoyed every moment of our little project… however after that the people I was with and I got myself a full time job and stopped. Ever since then, something has been missing from our life. The peace and quiet of painting alone each afternoon has been removed, and replaced by loud stress in an office environment. That’s why I was so stoked to begin painting our modern condo a few weeks ago. I wanted that same sense of peace and inner fulfillment for myself again, although I never could have anticipated how stressful this task would be, instead. You see, there are more than one major differences between our painting last year and this year; the paint and the air quality of our home, before, I was now working in a cool, dry basement where the people I was with and I had dehumidifiers running all the time for mildew control. Now, but, I was painting the top floor of a split level home, where the air temperature was genuinely 85 degrees and humid all afternoon long. No matter how much I adjusted the thermostat and amped up the air conditioning unit, the paint simply wouldn’t cooperate. It didn’t want to dry, and dripped endlessly from every corner. I plugged in floor fans, I turned on our A/C window unit, and I pulled the dehumidifier upstairs… however nothing helped. After weeks of toiling away, trying to paint through the Summer heat, the outdoor weather finally cooled down. For all our hopes and dreams of returning to the painting world, I sure never found that same inner peace this time.