Welcome to Postcards from Pembrokeshire (Day 23/365)
Today’s Postcard: “Tiny Toms”
“Rain before five, hope the dog’s asleep” goes the proverb. Anyway ‘twas fine by about half seven this morning, a warm, languid light over Coppet and all was well. I heard a curlew’s cry that “turned its edge on the silence” according to Ted Hughes and I was back with my grandad in a field on Pen Lleyn dwarfed by foxgloves, mid 70s. Brought back to 2016 by Watson the happy Cairn who wanted a snack for some heroic deed, still slightly tired after his ascent of the Eiger yesterday.
Blushed by the sun the ripened tomatoes in the garden make the composition easy today (if they would just stay still at the right angle). Two tomatoes constitute a tithe of this year’s crop I reckon, or on a cost:eat ratio probably about a fiver per bite…
Paint: (on my homemade “Tir Penalun” ground): dark at the back with Permanent Mauve, Prussian Blue, Burnt Umber and Viridian mixed in a cauldron; tomatoes mapped out and blocked in with Dioaxine Purple; built up then with an alarming arsenal of reds (I’m no palette purist): Bright Pink; Cadmium Red (the cherry tomato red); Alizarin Crimson (always reminds me of sea anemones); Flesh Tint; Cadmium Yellow (hue). Titanium White for the sunlight splashes. Stalky bits: Sap Green, Viridian, Bright Green Pale, tiny touch of Venetian Blu Turchese, a tube of heaven.
Brush: Size 18 round splodger; Size 2 filbert (hog) and a dainty Size 00 round (nylon).
Hope you like the painting.