Portrait of a Drywaller
Photos like this aren’t exactly planned, but are probably meant to be taken.
Today I went to the Dale House to check on the construction progress. Drywall compound was being sanded throughout the inside and puffs of white were billowing out of the windows. Sanders were humming along. I talked with the Superintendent and said that walking around the house would be good for today and that I would come back next week to check out the interior spaces. After we walked the site, I got back in my car and sat there. I could have just driven away, but I didn’t. I just sat there feeling like I was supposed to be doing something else while I was here, but didn’t know exactly what.
I remembered that my big camera was in the trunk.
If you follow me on Instagram, you know that I like to walk through my projects alone. That’s what I decided to do. I got out of the car even though there was no real reason to go back. I had already taken photos with my phone. So, I walked around the house and decided to go into the garage.
This guy was in the garage sanding the walls.
This is not staged and wasn’t meticulously fussed over. It’s the only photo I captured and I love it.
You know I have a place in my heart for those who choose to work with their hands and help make ideas and drawings become visible, tangible places in the world. It takes all of us to realize an idea. We bring our own story to the jobsite everyday. Sometimes it’s easier to read on some people, like the scars on our arms getting dusted with gypsum, or the people we build next to who don’t speak our language.
These places we call home have been built by many hands and regardless of who buys the home and if it means anything to them, I love what I do because all of these lives converge and make something great in just a few months time.
We design and construct million dollar houses and the people who build them are invisible to most people. See additional posts about Portraits. Click through and leave a comment.