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Today’s Postcard: Beach finds: inkwell and feather
My brilliant wife Eloise finds handfuls of seaglass and china every week on the beaches around us: old glass bottle-stoppers, bits of blue and white bed pans, earthenware bottles, an inkwell or two. And some days there are perfect feathers such as this one (maybe from a jackdaw). Watson used to chase leaves and feathers across the beach but since he’s gotten into the Romantic poets he’s eschewing the physical for the lyrical. Earlier when I mumbled "We’d better head home mate, looks like there’ll be a shower“ he replied "To see the world in a grain of sand, And heaven in a mild Gouda...“. I just wanted some tea and toast.
I love the feather’s softness and strength as it leaves the neck of the bottle, a kind of ghost image against the black.
Paint: (on my dark Tir Penalun homemade earth paint): Ivory Black background for the depth again; inkwell of tints using the Titanium White, (which yesterday I described as Permanent White, no such thing, sorry) plus Blu Turchese, Kings Blue Pale, Light Pink, Yellow Ochre, Permanent Mauve. A bit of a faffy one I think.
Brush: Sizes 1 and 2 filbert (hog); Sizes 1 and 2 round (synthetic).
Hope you like the painting, less black tomorrow.
Eloise: my wonderwoman wife and writer extraodinaire; torchbearer for truth and egalité, chef du toast au Marmite;
Watson: our 3yr old cairn terrier. Author of "Les fromages á la maison“; "Prometheus Unleashed“; "Ode to a squirrel“.