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木制品在線噴塗設備的噴塗方法和優勢

木制品在線噴塗設備現在被廣泛應用：家裏的門窗套，現場制作的家具都需要油漆，想要做出最好的漆面，噴塗是很好的施工方法。其優勢在于施工效率比手工刷塗高8-10倍，塗飾更加均勻，質感突出，碰到邊邊角的地方，也可以輕松解決，同時勞動強度還降低了不少，相對減輕塗料與溶劑對人體的危害，下面是規範的噴塗家具過程演示，你家施工時，對照著看看。

木器漆一般是不可以直接刷在木制品上的，要按照比例將稀釋劑、固化劑以及主劑勾兌均勻，再將調勻的底漆倒入至噴槍容器裏。噴槍噴嘴移動的速度與被噴塗表面的距離，會對漆膜的質量産生影響。需要經過反複試噴後確定適宜的噴塗距離。使噴嘴對著木制品表面始終保持垂直狀態平行移動。在噴塗較大制品表面時，注意避免噴槍作圓弧移動，否則會造成噴塗的不均勻。

木制品在線噴塗設備的优势、生产效率高，劳动条件好，生产效率比手工喷漆高10倍以上，且徹底擺脫了手工噴漆（刷漆）的繁重勞動，尤適于大規模流水線作業；漆膜質量高，附著力好，尤其是漆膜均勻、光潔；節約油漆，一般較手工噴漆節約油漆50%左右。靜電噴漆噴出的油漆微粒一致性好，到了工件表面回形成很均勻的漆膜。傳統的氣壓噴槍噴出的微粒一致性差，噴到工件表面顆粒感大。

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