Last year  I painted almost nothing but flowers to accustom myself to a colour other than grey, that?s to say pink, soft or bright green, light blue, violet, yellow, orange, fine red. And when I painted landscape in Asni?res this summer I saw more colour in it than before.”
— Vincent van Gogh, letter from Paris to his sister Willemien, October 1887
Looking at the daffodils in the sunshine this spring, all the different yellows, I’ve found myself thinking about that quote attributed to Picasso about “they’ll sell you thousands of greens but never the particular green you’re after”. The yellows of the same daffodil change as the sun shifts, as the light falls on different parts, as shadows move, blooms open and fade.
To paint them I feel as if I need to dig out every yellow, blue and green I’ve got along with some reds and oranges. The temptation will be procrastinating into colour mixing. The way around this is to mix on the canvas not my palette. I may still get distracted by colour, but can all form part of a layer in a painting.