It took half an hour to reach our new venue for today's artistic work. I jumped down from the motor carriage and stared out across the horizon. The harbour ahead was semi-circular,and was well populated with small and bigger boats. There was a wrought iron seat,so I plonked myself down and took in the view.
There was a huge blanket of mist clouding the distant islands,but close to hand there was much to see and draw. I found a small green and magenta boat,with white sails,moored close to the sea wall.This gave me much to work on,as shades of grey,brown,and blue had to be found,plus a startling magenta. I worked until one,painting ,mixing,and mixing again.
Daedalus came to give me advice,and I was thrilled that he felt my choice of subject was very good,and he liked how I had decided to treat it. At five past one,Reeta and I went for a walk to stretch our legs,and to find a place to wash our hands. The nearest spot was a small cafe selling freshly made fish and fat-cut chips. We used the ladies' faciities ,but the smell of fresh cooking would not let us leave.
We both had healthy lunches sitting in our carrier bags,but they were abandoned in favour of the fried fish delicacy.
It was very yummy in my small tummy,and every last morsel was shared between us. The fish portion was whale-sized,and the chips could have filled a tin bucket,so we ate till we were no longer hungry,and passed the rest to a passing teenage goblin boy. He grabbed them heartily and headed off up the harbour road.
Reeta and I talked all the way back towards our harbour pitch to set up for the afternoon session. I was feeling very full from lunchtime and just wanted a little snooze.But the day was getting warmer and my painting time getting shorter,so I had to knuckle down and get a subject to paint. I kept coming back to the wide stretch of dark sand in front of me,and the expanse of stone rubble surrounding it. I wanted to do something different,and I did not want there to be any ships in it.
I found myself dabbling with my charcoal pencil,creating boulders alongside various forms of plant life. Not pretty plant life,weeds to be honest but with pretty blue and yellow and white flowers interspersed.
It looked possible as a study,but when I gathered my brushes and mixed my colours,they did not come out muted shades of grey and brown,but instead were hot red,strong lilac.deep navy and electric green. A bit surreal even for my strong stomach,but it seemed to work.Unusual but individual, and I was happy to work on it with more than a little passion.
Daedalus came up to see what I was up to,and looked somewhat bemused. I had to explain it was a serious study and I wasn't just fooling around. He accepted that ,but murmured low that when I had finished I could move on to "something serious". I remained unmoved by this slight castigation and romped through the rest of the afternoon with my very own masterpiece. I love it. I do. I will hang it in the Blue Room.
Pendragon is in Glencasgill tonight,working with the local university. He will be home tomorrow.So tonight I will go to bed early,set my two alarms,and get some well-earned sleep.
I will lay out all my necessary items for tomorrow,beside my favourite teddy, Arabetha, and be ready to leap into them after a short soak in our white scroll bath. Tomorrow is my last day of working on this style of art work with Daedalus Cinquefoil. I may be able to take some classes with him later in the year. I have had such fun this week,and I hope this will be the first of many such happy weeks painting.
I have not seen anything of my neighbours this week so far. I hope they have managed without my advice and tender ministrations. Next week I shall have to find out how Mimsey Dagwort is doing, does the Fearless Faery still have her beast Daisy, and have the Shilpits kept themselves under control while outwith my observations ?
No doubt I shall have to pull them back from the brink of something before next week is out.
Take care,my dear and trusty mail mates, make sure all your windows are closed tonight, as the wind is to howl for most of the night, and the rain is sure to fall.
Methinks I will be painting tomorrow with my wincheater zipped up to the neckbone,and my scarf firmly wrapped round my sensitive wee neck.
From Amarantha Willow,the Rainbow Faery.
