19

Ianto walked past the mural that was developing on the new building that had been thrown up on less than a week, pausing to sigh and call out "Wrong colour. Check the graph!"

The youth swung around to look down from the cherry picker at the handsome man who stood with his hands on his hips gesturing. The lad checked the laminated graph attached to the side of the picker. The huge mural was superimposed on the wall by a projector, the black lines already being painted in by another lad on a ladder so the coloured parts could be done. The old paint by numbers deal made this mural as easy to o as the others… when the bloody colours were right.

"Sorry Ianto… it is supposed to be yellow"

"I know that" Ianto huffed to himself "It's my fucking picture. Damn it."

The youth stood waiting with that grimace the young have of 'oh well shoot me then' and Ianto almost told him to come down so he could set Mi' Lady on him. Little sit. Finally the boy yelled "Well… I guess it's orange now!"

Ianto sighed and nodded, knowing it did not really matter if the flower stamen was yellow or orange. Well… it would to him. Every time he looked at it, it would fucking matter but this was his cross to bear. The boys up the scaffolding around the other side also had their own problems as Mountain tossed another acorn at one and yelled about staying the bloody lines.

Ianto stepped back and checked the progress of the side he was currently checking. The large hibiscus flowers covered the entire wall of the building and it looked spectacular. Bold purples, pinks, oranges and even pale blue ones that Ianto did not know existed in real life but here they do. The stamens were supposed to all be yellow but this particular purple one was now sporting orange stamens. Oh well. Ianto found that he might learn to live with it.

The other side was butterflies and the next wall was going to be fruit and berries. The front entrance would be tropical birds. Ianto wanted to do that one himself and Jack had only agreed because the large doors and windows meant less canvas so Jack thought less painting time up the cherry picker.

Little did Jack know that Ianto made that the most intricate of all the art works.

Oh yes… Ianto was getting stuck in.

And those lads were learning the hard way to respect property.

The new Art Centre's façade was coming along nicely.