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Today’s Postcard: Quince with blue jug
I’d reached the Preseli hills slightly subconsciously, one of those drives when you don’t remember doing it. Past Glandy Cross garage and up to the top, a raven somersaulted twice and I punched the air as if I was twelve. Fridays, fly days.
I’ve been meaning to paint a quince for a while but haven’t (either bought one or done much about looking for one). Le coing, el membrillo, it gives its name via Portugal to marmalade, and it is high in pectin hence jellies and jams. I remember a film „The quince tree sun“ about a chap in Spain drawing his tree in a courtyard (and the three hour film driving people from the cinema). They have a gorgeous smell and a tough flesh, but somehow they seem to have become slightly mystical. Charlemagne insisted on at least one quince tree per orchard. Edward Lear suggested a runcible spoon.
Paint: (on my Ritec Red homemade earth paint): a dark base of Ivory Black (very Spanish still life) before the quince and jug are drafted in. Quince is predominantly painted with Naples Yellow with Light Pink and Flesh Tint, Permanent Mauve with Kings Blue Pale and a dash of goats cheesey Lemon Yellow with a white tint. Jug of P. Mauve, Kings Blue Pale and Lapis Lazuli, not too much faffing.
Brush: Size 1 filbert ( hog bristle) Size 1 round (sable).
Hope you like the painting, bon weekend tous,
Ravens, rooks and crows, tumbling and squalling across the hedges as if spring were here. My favourite birds are the corvus clan.