There is a poem written by Michelangelo, where he describes the pain and agony—both physical and mental—of painting the Sistine Chapel.
First lines:
I've already grown a goiter from this torture
hunched up here like a cat in Lombardy
(or anywhere else where the stagnant water's poison).
(You can read the whole thing here.)
Not to compare Matt and Ben to Michelangelo or anything, but after working several long, grueling weeks to complete the large custom mobile for the Portland-based office building, it was validating for them to hear that even Michelangelo himself wore himself ragged painting his masterpiece.
Fortunately, the guys' pain and agony dissolved after completing the installation and seeing the final piece. And, after getting some much-needed sleep, reading this e-mail from the client: "WOW. It looks so great in the space. I really couldn't be happier with it."
Now if only they had penned a poem to document the process. :)
