The car is loaded with one large 60 x 36 inch framed painting for delivery and two small bags clothes for a three day weekend trip. We catch the morning ferry and upon filling the gas tank in Ladner B.C., we head cross country up the Fraser Valley and then over the mountain summits. There is snow on the sides of the highway but the roads remain bare with only occasional light rain. There are willows deepening in crimson reds and poplars with softening off-white yellowish bark as our late spring begins to warm enough for the tree sap to start to flow. Creeks and rivers are high and winter waterfalls still tumble-down in an endless flow that will eventually lead to the Strait we have just crossed at the beginning of our journey. Rock faces and mountain peaks are mostly still white. Then we come back down to where fruit trees are beginning to bloom and the grass is starting to grow. Stopping for a late lunch and to again get gas for the car, we call my sister to say we will be there in time for supper.
There is a plan in place for tomorrow’s hanging of the painting in a tall stairwell. My brother-in-law has arranged to be free for the day and has a ten foot step-ladder tied on top of his truck. That evening we talk about the logistics. We examine the hanging hardware and gather up a level and towels to go under the ladder. I already have a big thick measuring tape and a hammer in my toolkit.
The next morning my sister drives my car and I become the co-pilot putting the exact address into the GPS when we get closer to our destination. The drive is a little over one bathroom break away. With the large painting taking up the back of the car with the seats down, there is only room for two people. My husband David is riding with my brother-in-law in the second vehicle. My sister and I catch up and visit companionably as we go through towns and small communities along the lakes. With many turns and twists and climbs we eventually reach the art collector’s home.
I go and introduce myself and take care of the necessary paperwork and hand over a small gift of my latest coffee table art book As We Breathe. The painting is carefully lifted out of the back of the car and taken into the house to be unpacked. The ladder is brought in and set into place. We measure, discuss, and measure again or rather my brother-in-law does. You see, he is 6’ 2” tall. The ladder is 10 feet tall and the painting needs to be hung about 13 feet up from the landing on the stairs.
The hanging hardware with each hook rated for 75 lbs is in place. We move the ladder out from the wall until the outside leg is just on the edge of the landing. Now for the 20-or-so pound framed painting! I ask David to get down under the ladder on the far side. I carry the painting down the first set of stairs and bring it to other side. My brother-in-law reaches it from the top. David has it from the right side in front of the ladder. My sister gives us directions as we just barely have enough room to bring the painting around the front of the ladder without bumping either the wall or the ladder. We now have the painting situated between the wall and ladder. We lift up… and up again. My brother-in-law needs to move further up onto the second from the top step on the ladder. I have to climb the two steps up from the bottom and David reaches as far as he can. My sister steps on the ladder and braces to make sure it stays stable and the art collector reaches across the railing at the top right to help balance the painting. One side of the wire is hook. Then the other side is hooked. But wait a minute! The first side has come off and has to be hooked again. I am still stretching my 5’ 3 ¾ inches as far as I can to hold up my side of the bottom of the painting. We fight back a collective giggle. We instinctively know, this would not end well if we lose focus. Finally! It is hung!
The level is passed up the ladder and placed on top of the painting. All but one of us stands back at the top of the stairs and we stare at the painting. My brother-in-law taps and tips as we shake our collective heads. No. A little more up on the left. Too far! A little more to the right. But after a few tries, all eyes and the level bubble agree, the painting is squared and centred to its world. Phewfff!
Now, would you like to see? Of course you would. I knew you would. So I asked if it was okay to take photographs.
Seaside Mayne Island, 60 x 36 inch oil on canvas, hanging in its new home.
And one from the side because this painting can be seen from various angles in the open concept layout of this lovely home.
So next time someone asks you how many people it takes to hang a painting, the best answer is likely – it depends…. but definitely bring the small car vacuum to whisk away the dust from the ladder!
What was your last adventure where you had to enlisted the help of family and/or friends?
Note: If you love the painting process posts, be sure to stop by next week because there is a new painting on the easel and I should be ready to share images from the start to the finish. Here is a little teaser…
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Creative Potager – Visit with painter and photographer Terrill Welch
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8 thoughts on “One Large Painting Delivered and Hung”
Terrill — Ohhh, I loved reading the blow-by-blow description and then seeing the photographs. Thank you, too, for the morning laugh: “The drive is a little over one bathroom break away.”
Always good to keep our travel time in perspective Laurie 😉 and I am sure without a doubt you will enjoy next week’s post as it is definitely your favourite Creative Potager submission.
When was my last…?
This coming Friday. Fingers crossed. : )
Oh do tell Leanne! (only if you want) What are doing?
The painting is beautiful in a perfect location. Hanging art is hard. This sounded dangerous as well! Congratulations.
The hanging was a bit tricky for sure Monti. But I had full confidence in what everyone was tasked to do. So it was not as dangerous as it likely sounded in the reading about the project. We are a strong lot and use to moving things around. As you know, the large paintings are not so much heavy as they are awkward and can easily throw you off balance. But with three of us maneuvering the painting and one bracing the ladder we were safe enough. However, we would have had trouble without all four people and having two of those four around six feet tall.
Your post made me laugh plus brought back memories.
Years ago I did a big job for a local college. Thirteen canvases for their
new fitness center. Two of them were 36×95 – very large. Much to my surprise, they
expected us to hang them once delivered. Eight feet of brick wall, then 13 feet high by
30 feet of wall. Scaffolding was brought in, templates were made; my husband climbed around like a monkey while I stayed on the ground and gave directions. Wouldn’t volunteer to do that ever again!
Those big ones, needing to be hung high up on a wall, are a challenge for sure Jackie! Thanks for sharing your own story of such an experience. I have an artist friend in England that does large abstract paintings that are sometimes sold to corporations on Wall Street. He crates the paintings and then flys with them to New York and dangles off the side of a huge walls hanging these things. I have decided if I ever have a hanging gig I can’t figure out I would contact him… But, maybe I should add you to that list as well? 😉