Scribbling on the Wall

My almost 2 year old daughter just started showing her cave-woman instincts: she has taken to mural art, aka scribbling on the walls. I guess we just joined the ranks of “those whose children have destroyed the walls of their home with crayon doodling” (methinks one should leave doodles to Google, but hey, when do kids listen, right?)

Anyways, her scribbling is why I liked this article about a new type of paint called IdeaPaint.

The intent of IdeaPaint is to let you (age no bar) scribble on the wall. Goodbye whiteboard, hello wall: that could well by the byline for their future ads when they sell it to corporate customers (which they already do). (Now you see why I needed my daughter’s vandalism to appreciate this paint? Without her, it would have sounded like work related stuff and I would have moved on).

So what’s wrong with whiteboards? IdeaPaint’s William Belknap answers:
“(it is simpler) instead of buying a whiteboard and all that goes with it, things which are replaced every two years, to simply painting your wall.”
And voila! Your walls are your canvass. Who knows, maybe Michelangelo started on his walls before moving to the famous ceiling?

Unlike regular dry-erase surfaces like whiteboards, the inventors claim this paint doesn’t leave a residue over time. They even developed other versions of the paint that work on wood. So now even your desk (or dining table) can be written on.

I can imagine women everywhere shuddering at the horror this paint might inflict on their homes…

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