Welcome to Postcards from Pembrokeshire (Day 4)
Todays Postcard: "Three potatoes".
Grey, windy, horizontal rain this morning. And two reluctant dogs (CJ with us for a few more days). Sea the colour of cod skin. Waves coming just over the tramway to Wiseman's Bridge, drippy trees. Dodgy hood on my coat. "The wind was whistlin' all it's charms..." as Shane MacGowan once sang.
Bought some veg and salads from a tiny stall in Blaenffos on the way back from Cardigan yesterday. For sale were ripe tomatoes, onions, herbs, beans, homemade chutneys, the works. All organic of course, just me and their honesty box for company. And a brown paper bag for the spuds reminded me of being a fruit and veg boy in Tenby around 1985.
Looking outside I can just make out Monkstone Point through the, erm, damp haze so it's definitely a still life day. Big plum tomatoes are tempting to paint but it's the humble, the brilliant potato with it's gorgeous golds, ochres, purples and creams that won me over. So here it is. Not the most luxurious still life ever. But scraped and washed, boiled (with mint from our garden, even I can grow mint) and buttered, ooh my lord what a nutty, earthy delight. Blas y tir, a taste of the earth. Bit of chopped parsley on top, voila.
I remember "spud-scrumpin'" as a kid, somewhere near Amroth maybe, borrowing a handful from the corner of a field and boiling them in an old tin with seawater, looking like a Mark Twain urchin. Rock n roll. Other kids have memories of Bowie gigs...
Paint: Cadmium red, Naples Yellow, Burnt Sienna, Burnt and Raw Umber, Titanium White. Dioaxine Purple. And a gorgeous "Blu Turchese" from our Venice trip for the background.
Brush: Size 2 filbert, small synthetic bristle flat.
Hope you like it,