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Today’s Postcard: Down the quay
Sometimes a grey sky can be beautiful but one has to take one’s time. Watson was in a philosophical mood this morning as the dark lifted on the beach, quoting Duke Ellington as he looked up with sandy snout: „gray skies are just clouds passing over“ and (from a recent Nobel Poetry Prize winner) „...inspiration is hard to come by, you just have to take it where you find it.“ I wasn’t looking for much, I was just wondering why the black headed gulls‘ heads were already white in such warm weather. And if I could get the dog on his lead without giving the game away. And whether I fancied marmite or marmalade.
Down to Cresswell Quay via other places, the sharp light on the water always gets me, the rhythm of darks and lights, hard and soft shapes, contrasts. Painter Edward Seago was a master of this. A dipper, a few loud (black) black headed gulls (their harsh calls like choughs‘) and a cat by the pub.
Paint: (on the ochre-y homemade Colby Bank earth paint): darks – but not too much – of Paynes Grey and Burnt Umber, some neat Permanent Mauve weakened with spirit; trees using Cadmium Green Pale and Viridian, Raw and Burnt Umber; Dioaxine Purple with Alizarin Crimson, Cadmium Red...water and sky needed starkness and a touch of steel, hence Titanium White and Lkings Blue Pale; tall grasses using the above purples plus Flesh Tint and Naples Yellow.
Brush: Sizes 2 and 4 filbert and Size 0 (synthetic) for the grasses and the pebbles mid stream.
Hope you like the painting.
Hwyl, enjoy the lie in, I’ve reminded the dog too...
Watson Jones (WJ) our 3yr old cairn terrier, Bob Dylan’s roadie, Camus‘ editor.