Welcome to Postcards from Pembrokeshire (Day 17/365)
Today's Postcard: "Fig and Plum"
Light duties with dog this morning due to Cardigan commitment, so out and back in a dogs' dash. Still made the beach and back, just less time to sit n stare/snuffle n dig. Pesky pecheurs. Peachy light, two cormorants, raucous raven.
I have no knowledge of fruity collective nouns, but I'm offering a fickle of figs, a polish of plums....an ostentation of peacocks is fun, a skein of (flying) geese somehow Chekhovian.
I have borrowed heavily from the Spanish and Dutch with my still lifes (it's not lives I discovered): dark and dangerous in the nether regions (of the painting) helps push the space back and the fruits forward. Please don't quote this out of context.
Paint: (on top of my homemade Tir Penalun ground pigment): dark inky background goo of Permanent Mauve, Sap and Viridian Greens, dash of Burnt Umber, a tipple of truffle dust. Approach your plum with care and from a consistent angle as they are a devilishly fugitive fruit (again, context). They glow in Yellow Ochre, Indian Red/P. Mauve mix; the plum's "bloom" is Kings Blue Pale with Lapis Lazuli; touch of Cadmium Green Pale; Blu Turchese, and tree lichen's ghost. A fig is mysterious, neither spherical nor ovule, slightly St Basil's dome, slightly bobble hat without the obvious. Guess, hope, dab, squint. But start dark, scumble, scrub, daub with every blue, then realise that here's a marron, there a pesky emerald. Oh fig, freckles?
Brush: boldly and with purpose arm yourself with a Size 1 filbert. Tickle and twist and cajole. Replace with a 000 tiny round. Faff a bit. Repeat.
Hope you like the painting.