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Today’s Postcard: Out to sea from the Nevern, Newport
Out and about into the Preselis to find some snow. No snow. None in Rosebush, none higher up under thick fog on Foel Eryr where I thought there’d be a smidge at least, maybe some artfully hidden in a dip by a paintable hedge. Nope. My patient wife and sighing dog were kind and indulgent. Cleverly they suggested a walk in Newport instead, so here we are. Quietly eerie, the Nevern river: an egret, calling curlews, rude gulls and crafty cormorants. Shafts of skinny sharp light, dark chocolate mud and a sandbank that beckons adventure and suggests worse.
Paint: (on my Ritec Red homemade earth paint): I love the contrasts between the horizontal slithers of light and dark on the river, and the massif of the headland beyond, divided by the spindley trees and sharp grasses. I painted the sky with Kings Blue Pale, Light Pink and Titanium White; the land behind is Permanent Mauve, Lapis Lazuli and Cobalt, touch of Cadmium Green Pale and Naples Yellow; river of Dioaxine Purple with Naples Yellow, Kings Blue Pale and Ivory Black for the darks.
Brush: Sizes 2 and 6? (hog). Size 2 round (synthetic).
Hope you like the painting,
Eloise: lovely, generous genius who makes me sit down and eat food properly in gorgeous locations including our home. And she lets me suggest rubbish stories for her books.
Watson Jones, 3 and a bit, cairn, ornithologist. He tried very politely to strike up several conversations with a curlew and was rebuffed on each occasion.