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保溫杯自動噴漆機使用水性漆要注意些什麽？

隨著環保主題的推出，水性漆是越來越受家具企業的喜愛，主要就是就人體的危害小，而水性漆同樣也可以使用保溫杯自動噴漆機 進行噴塗，但是水性漆和油漆在噴塗的時候還是有些差距，那麽保溫杯自動噴漆機 在使用水性漆噴塗的時候需要注意些什麽呢？
第一：開罐後最好用木棍攪拌均勻，靜置一會後在使用（一般爲10分鍾左右），不要采用搖晃的方式，這樣做的原因也是爲了減少施工時産生氣泡。
第二：一定要控制好噴槍的流速。在噴塗實木板的時候，第一道底漆最好不加或者少加水，並且采取薄噴，避免木材太潮，影響後期的噴塗效果。另外就是在修色的時候流量也要控制得小一點，實在不行就多次噴塗，避免出現跑油發花影響修色效果。
第三：水性漆的幹燥一般是紫外線幹燥，在陽光下暴曬也可以，疊壓也一定要等漆膜幹透後才可以，一般在常溫下需要12個小時，才可以，使用幹燥設備的話則比較快，幾分鍾就可以達到表幹。
水性漆最需要注意的就是在噴塗木制品的時候一定要遵循薄噴多遍的原則，但是保溫杯自動噴漆機 的使用和其他油漆噴塗的使用也都是一樣的。

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