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Today’s Postcard: Late afternoon, Coppet Hall
From our front garden: the water sank down into the fields slowly and also misted upwards, nuzzling around the hedges and trees like TS Eliot’s smog in Prufock. Cold but not crisp. The leaves still lingering but smudging into the paths now, less individually marked, a kind of mushroomy mulch. Sorry if you’ve just eaten.
Paint: (on my Ritect Red homemade earth paint): all darks drawn in with a base of Ivory Black; all blues underpainted with a Cerulean Blue. Left it to harden a bit, popped into the kitchen to check the sauce of peppers, pesto, garlic, green olives (posh peppers on toast according to the sous chef, Watson Roux. He suggested adding a splash of sherry, I was for wine. Eloise refereed by adding port). Back to the painting. Kings Blues Deep and Pale on top, tiny bit of Light Green in the fields, that’s it. Serve on crunchy toast with extra oil if desired. Parsley.
Brush: Size 1 filbert (hog bristle); Size 2 round (synthetic).
Hope you like the painting,
Watson Jones (our dog domestique, 3yr old cairn terrier); chef du maison, more Floyd than Craddock.
Eloise: brilliant wife; writer under paid and under pressure; maitre D‘.