This is when an MFA in painting comes in handy...or as my graduate school colleagues called the degree standing for Mighty Fine Artist.
I like to live dangerously: no smock, no drop cloths - just a few newspapers. I used oil paints that clean up with water, given to me as a gift from another client. They worked just like what I was used to.
I wanted to "correct" the colors in the room, so that I could refer accurately to color matches; in this case the whites, golds, reds, and blues.
Here's the finished result: I got a little carried away and put my touch on just about everything except for the green leaves. It was a wonderfully therapeutic way to spend an hour out of my work day. There's never a dull moment in this business!