Still life with fig and just-in-season-now, the divine Victoria plum.
Paint: (on top of my homemade Tir Penalun ground pigment): dark inky background goo of Permanent Mauve, Sap and Viridian Greens, dash of Burnt Umber, a tipple of truffle dust. Approach your plum with care and from a consistent angle as they are a devilishly fugitive fruit. They glow in Yellow Ochre, Indian Red/P. Mauve mix; the plum's "bloom" is Kings Blue Pale with Lapis Lazuli; touch of Cadmium Green Pale; Blu Turchese, and tree lichen's ghost. A fig is mysterious, neither spherical nor ovule, slightly St Basil's dome, slightly bobble hat without the obvious. Guess, hope, dab, squint. But start dark, scumble, scrub, daub with every blue, then realise that here's a marron, there a pesky emerald. Oh fig, freckles?
Croeso i Sir Benfro. Welcome to Pembrokeshire. My friend grows figs.
oil, canvas on board, homemade paint