Spent the evening mixing greys and writing down what went into each…

Spent the evening mixing greys and writing down what went into each one, which is the least fun and most useful thing I have done in months.

Every grey I like turns out to have something warm in it. Not one of the greys I mixed straight from black and white survived the page. They all sat there looking like a hole. The good ones are a blue and an orange arguing slightly, and the argument is the whole reason they read as a colour rather than as an absence.

I had read all of this before, several times over, and reading it did nothing at all. Mixing eleven of them did.