Living with a Face Painter, a hubbys point of view

So, I figured the other day that I wanted to write a blog post about how is it to live with a Face Painter.

I know there are a lot of hubbies, and some wives too, that might not quite understand what the Face Painter’s job is.

I have heard and read many Face Painters comments about how sometimes family is not supportive enough.

I wanted to tell the way I see a Face Painter’s job, so maybe you can share with your family… and at the same time, I wanted you to see what we, husbands of painters, see.

One of the first things I noticed is that no matter where I am in my house, I can always find a brush, and I mean always! There are a couple of them in my tooth brush holder, some with the creams, and the soap. There are some drying with the silverware, and others next to my computer. I have found one in my shoe, and underneath the pillow, and thank God there is none in my food!

I can find them also in the car, the shower, and sometimes even in my drinks! And that brings me to the second most interesting and maybe dangerous part of living with a Face Painter: my drinks! Any cups with any liquid  can turn into Face Painting water! Every time I grab a drink I have to test it and make sure that it  is drinkable. We don’t have enough cups at home, because, you need one in the kitchen when painting while cooking, one in the dining room for painting while eating, on in the bed  for painting while sleeping, and one in the bathroom (and I hope it never leaves it) for painting while …. While reading a magazine.

NEVER, NEVER leave your cup close to a face painter, she will turn it into a face painting cup with her magic brush … I wish it was gold, but not, it is just dirty water!

I have woke up a couple of times thinking I had some weird disease… my arms were purple, and green, and red. Then I realized, my wife has it too! Oh no, wait a minute, is paint! Yes, paint is everywhere! And in my house, everywhere for real! I never thought I was going to have paint underneath the couch, in my hallway, in my living room, in my dining room… paint paint paint.

But lucky me, painters also like glitter! You should see the face of the cashier at the supermarket when I go there all covered in glitter and I stop to look at the e.l.f. cosmetic stand to see what is new. Yeah, not your average customer right?

Better yet, when I go to pick up my daughter at school…. I think I now know why she walks a couple of feet away from me until we get in the car. All other dads are wearing ties, or covered in oil, or brick dust… I… I am covered in glitter.

On the bright side, at least I look pretty in all the family pictures!

Now, if you think that those ladies during the 80’s were wearing too much makeup, have you ever dated a Face Painter? I asked once my wife if she could wear some makeup for our night out, I just wanted to see how she looked with beauty makeup. Two minutes later she came out of the bathroom with a butterfly mask! Yeap, that was her idea of fancy makeup for a night out. And I always thought that my mom’s red lipstick was a little too much ….

Now, I have  had the pleasure of working with my wife during some of her gigs as a balloon twister. It was during those gigs that I actually understood what she does for a living.

I always thought she painted faces. I thought that was her job. It sounded like an easy to do job. Grab a brush, put some paint on it and make a pretty design on a face. Piece of cake, right?

I figured, I know how to draw, I have played with tempera before, this shouldn’t be any harder. You don’t need a degree for that, right?

Well, I try it for the first time with my daughter… and one time was enough to realize that while a degree might not be a requirement to paint faces, my 5th grade art class wasn’t enough either!

My First Face Painting Ever

Yeah, I realized that what my wife was doing was an art form. She was actually doing unique designs on each face. She was making people look different; she was bringing the best out of them.

As an artist, she needed inspiration, and she was finding it in those little faces she was painting.

I found out that she has a really hard job. She can’t take years planning a face, she only has a couple of seconds to listen to what her “customer” wants, and when she is done, she has to start all over again, right away.

But, even though I now knew her job wasn’t easy, I was still wrong about what my wife does for a living.

You might think, ok, my wife is an artist, and that is a real job, complicated. But no, really, I think a Face Painter is more than that.

After doing a couple of gigs with her I realized that my wife’s job wasn’t to paint faces. Not really, her job was to make people happy!

Now, that is a job! Yes, she is not there to paint their faces, she is there to entertain them, to make them laugh, to make them feel good, to make them feel nice about themselves. Her job suddenly got A LOT more complicated! What a responsibility! She has to make people happy, after all, she paints at parties, not at business meetings (but maybe she should start painting at those meetings, because boy, those need some happiness!).

So, I realized my wife is what I would call a Professional of Happiness, and, as a professional, she never stops doing her job. She is one of the happiest persons I ever met. She is always singing and smiling, making people laugh, talking crazy, making no sense, working hard with a smile on her face.

A Face Painter can bring so much light into your house that you barely even need to turn on your lights at night. A Face Painter adds color to your rooms, and sheets. A Face Painter makes a room warm even during Michigan’s cold winters. A Face Painter will make you laugh, even when you just drank a big cup of dirty water full of paint.

I really think there is a giving heart inside every Face Painter. They give up their weekends and sometimes their families, to make others happy. They make people happy even when they are sick or feeling blue (because Face Painters don’t feel sad, they feel blue), or when they are tired. No matter what, they smile, they fill your face with joy, they make you look great and feel great.

They are nurses for our souls, they are smile makers, they add a little bit of funkiness to our world.

So yeap, that is how it feels to live with a Face Painter, at least in my house, with my wife, that I love.


Oshi’s first Face Painting on me

13 comments on “Living with a Face Painter, a hubbys point of view

  1. Great post! I can really feel the love, respect, and sense of humor of this family. If my wife wasn’t so busy with grad school I’d ask her to write a post about living with a clown. There may be some entertainers somewhere who keep all their supplies and equipment carefully segregated from their families belongings, but those of us who are constantly surrounded by the tools of our trade are vital, creative, and prone to spontaneous silliness… like wearing a butterfly mask for a date night! I am continually inspired by you guys. Thanks and keep up the fabulous work! Jusby

  2. this was lovely to read and also hear, to have a supporting family is always what gives us face painters the freedom to do what we do and love the most, Anna is a very happy woman because she has much love in her home and work! Thank you for sharing.

  3. I LOVE IT!!!!! I love the part how you see your wife as more than someone who paints faces …but someone who’s job is to make people happy! You get it! She is lucky to have you:)

  4. I love this and so does my partner, he too is always covered in glitter and finds brushes, paints and sponges where you would not normally find them :-). It is great to hear from those that live with us how, what others see as just a hobby, a lot more than that, it is what we are, what we do and most of all what we enjoy, because we want to. I guess we dont realise sometimes how supportive and understanding our partners are, especially when we are painting/practicing new designs and constantly asking for their opinions, putting up with our huge amounts of painty stuff (normally falling out of every cupboard in the house), spending time away from our family, so to you Santi, thank you, i now understand that even Dave (my OH) complains about the glitter, really he loves it and wouldnt have it any other way…by the way i love your definition of our profession – A Professional of Happiness…just sums up totally why we do it x Sam x

  5. This is so beautiful and funny! I just read it to my husband & he couldn’t stop laughing. It’s so true- all of it! I have brushes EVERYWHERE and paint everywhere (I even have smudges of paint inside my freezer- lol). My husband is ALWAYS covered in glitter- he used to try to pick it off- but he gave up over time. Anyways- thanks so much for writing this! It’s good to know that I’m not the only one who has stuff all over the house & I think it was theraputic for Bobby to read this so he knows he’s not the only man covered in glitter & has to put up with this.

  6. What a beautiful story about a wonderful couple! You two have such a special bond!

    As you well know, face painters are not in it for the money… our recompense is those little kids, smiling ear to ear!

  7. What a hoot!!! My wife is also a henna artist so I get ‘heckles'(henna freckles) everywhere. I shave my head and I usually have so much glitter on me I look like a disco ball. The guys at work think that is quite funny.

  8. Beautiful and accurate post. As the mother of that face painter who lived at my house several years ago, I can add the shock of tripping into the mathroom and finding a monster on my bathroom at 2 am, because Anna woke up with an idea at 1:30 am and wanted to try it out. . Santi you too have been a joy bringer to our house, and I thank God for all three , er, four of you.

  9. Oh! Santi I’m so so glad to read your lovely post because at each word I have read I could feel you are IN LOVE. You are in love with Anna but more important is that you are in love of living and sharing in that way with her. Be happy !!! That’s the order of God and you are obeying Him . . . I love you four so so much.

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