We finished a feverish bout of sign making yesterday evening. All hand cut in wood and painstakingly painted. There's a sign for each apartment, signs to direct folks to the house and the car park, and little boundary defining signs that read 'Privato'. No translation required! I tried several times to get a decent photo of them, but none reflect exactly what the eye sees. The picture here was the best of a bad bunch!
White walls and chestnut beams are heavenly, but if you eat too much candy you're gonna get sick. Today we've been mixing coloured pigments into cauldrons of white tempera. Not to be mistaken for the mouth-watering crispy batter in Thai establishments, most urban Brits and a good many others aren't familiar with this material. It's the stuff your great-granny used to whitewash the coal house with. A simple water based suspension of pigments, breathable, superb chalky finish and ecologically sound. You can buy a vat of it for a handful of beans here.
A slight digression, but those renaissance masterpieces in the Uffizi were painted with similar stuff but stabilized with egg albumen. (I never missed an Open University broadcast as a kid!) We were aiming for the yellowy colour of real vanilla ice-cream. At first it looked a disturbingly psychedelic acid yellow. Thankfully, a few hours later it settled back to a shade slightly more yellow than Devon clotted cream, but we can live with that. We only used about 50ml of the pigment to 14 litres of tempera. The lessons of life aren't learned in a day!
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