I’ve not posted for a few weeks now. I’ve not really had that much to write about. My time has been spent working on the activities for Module 1 of my C&G course. So I’ve been collecting product information about acrylic paints, watercolour paints, pastels, pencils, inks etc. That was actually more interesting than it sounds. Some companies really provide a lot of useful information about their products, including describing different uses for them.
The second activity was to start collections of images showing primary and secondary colours, complementary colour schemes and achromatic images. Complementary colour schemes don’t seem to be very popular in the media. But violet is definitely one of this season’s colours
Which brings me to my third activity, which was to research some aspect of colour. I chose the colour purple for my topic. Here are some bits of information that I collected together:
- The original purple dye was made by crushing the mollusc Murex brandaris.
- It took 12,000 molluscs to extract 1.5g of pure dye, worth more than its weight in gold.
- The dye was purple-red and known as Tyrian Purple.
- Royal purple was a dye made from lichen or madder, when the supplies of Tyrian Purple dye dried up with the fall of the Western Roman Empire. It had a bluer tone.
- Purple is supposed to boost artistic creativity
- In 1856 the English chemist William H. Perkin discovered the first synthetic chemical dye mauveine while searching for a cure for malaria. It was the first aniline-based dye.
And here is a poem I found which I didn’t put into my paper. I like it enough to quote it here though.
Warning by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.