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I work for a theatre.
I'm not a dancer. Nor a singer.
I couldn't act to save my life.
And anyway stage-fright would get the better of me.
I'm a pretty good whistler though.
But whistling on stage is just NOT DONE.
It's an old theatre superstition going back to the times when theatre-hands used to be retired sailors who literally knew the ropes, and scene changes and cues were given using diferent whistles. So you didn't want someone walking around whistling a pretty ditty messing up your important scene change like some deus ex machina.
No, you will find me back-stage.
I'm more a behind-the-scenes man. Actually a scenery man.
I work as a scenic painter.
A whistling scenic painter.
To paint a back-cloth for the theatre we use a single piece of cotton fabric (thus, no seams) measuring 24 x 12 metres.
That's a little larger than a tennis court (doubles). That's a lot of cloth.
Anything smaller than that we call a handkerchief.
And then there the tools of my trade:
A bucket of 'half-pounders': sharp, galvanized uphoulstery nails
ball of string
30 mt measuring tape
5 mt measuring tape
3 mt straight rule
drawing stick; preferably bamboe, with split ends to accept charcoal
box of medium charcoal sticks
'slobber': large block brush
miscellaneous paint brushes
scaled and gridded copy of the work to be painted
Lots of paint
Lots and lots of patience
What are the tools of your trade?