Welcome to Postcards from Pembrokeshire (Day 14/365)
Today's Postcard: "Fig and cheese"
Our niece's dog Alfie is built for neither speed nor endurance (being a CavaMuppet or similar) but he's adorable, a bit cabbage patch dog. He and Watson J play "not now Cato" by stealth-attacking each other (noise, not teeth) from all angles. I escaped the two-dog duty by going of to paint a muriel (before the heat dried the acrylic on the brush). But not before a fifty yard detour to see Monkstone at early o'clock. How do heron's fly so slowly and stay up?
Still life: figs need timing. A friend likened them to peaches, there is only a one-minute window of perfect ripeness. I'd say pears too. Figs also need looking at reverently, with the minimum of contact, fuss, and paint. I failed threefold. But at least they tasted beautiful together. The cheese is (was) a delicate Pont Gar Blue from near the Afon Towy, by Carmarthen.
Paint: Figs (in my vast fig-painting experience) need more blues than I thought. So Kings Blue (Light and Deep), my Venetian Blu Turchese (heavenly) and the (ridiculously extravagant birthday blue from my brilliant wife) Lapis Lazuli (Series 7, 7!) And I needed it. I probably needed more such as a Cerulean. And I used Permanent Mauve, Ivory Black, Light Green, Burnt Sienna. (I'm still on the fig...)
Brush: I'd like to say that I used a cavalier approach and with a flick and a pas de deux with my doughty Size 2 filbert I was done. But. I used seven different round size 1s and 2s besides the filbert. Ridiculous faffing.
There we are. Hope you like it. Tomorrow I'll paint a tribute to Rothko with my Jewsons 2" nylon.