Yncke, Woll, & Bere

If you have read this blog for awhile, you do know that I have made iron gall ink on a number of occasions, as well as cut my own quills. I have tried my hand at learning Secretary Hand from the 1500s, but I never could get into it. Now, though, my iron gall ink needs replenishing, and soon enough I will get around to it – once the rains stop and I can let my galls and old wine ferment in the California sun. And, I do plan to make some red ink from sappan wood (sappen?), too, but that is for another day, when supplies show up.

I came across a recipe for ink in the form of a poem while looking up handwriting or copybooks from days of yore. It contains recipes for iron gall ink, but also ink made from lamp black (soot), which is what sumi ink is from, but also from wool! Wool?

Purportedly from an English book of handwriting entitled A Book Containing Divers Sorts of Hands, by John (Jehan) de Beau Chesne (Beauchesne) and M. John Baildon, and published in 1571, here is an interesting bit of rhyme:

To make common yncke of Wyne take a quart,
Two ounces of gomme, let that be a parte,
Five ounces of galles, of copres take three,
Long standing dooth make it better to be;
If wyne ye do want, rayne water is best,
And as much stuffe as above at the least:
If yncke be to thick, put vinegar in,
For water dooth make the colour more dimme.
In hast for a shift when ye have a great nead,
Take woll, or wollen to stand you in steede;
which burnt in the fire the powder bette small
With vinegre, or water make yncke with all.
If yncke ye desire to keep long in store
Put bay salte therein, and it will not hoare.
Of that common yncke be not to your minde
Some lampblack thereto with gomme water grinde "

I did look up this book online and found many references to it, but not a digitalized copy could be found. I would love to see it. As well, hHow correct or incorrect this poem is as far as original spelling doesn’t matter – it is rather charming, as non-standardized English spelling can be.

What is good about this poem are the specific amounts for ingredients in the iron gall recipe, which perhaps I shall try. Stale beer can be substituted for wine, and the rest has proportions which can be worked out for larger or smaller amounts. “Copras” is known as “copperas” and that is simply ferrous sulfate. “Gomme” is gum arabic. “Galles” are the oak galls.

I found it interesting that vinegar is a better choice than water to thin ink that has gotten thicker with time – evaporation I expect – as well as adding salt (in an unknown amount) to keep it from getting mouldy. Wine helps, but perhaps the salt helps even more. The wool – woll, wollen – was the new source of ink for me! Research was required, and using Google, I came across this video.

I have a feeling I am going to give this a shot, using some odd fleece I have rather than woolen fabric. It will probably be best done outdoors, as the stench could be awful and the smoke could set off the smoke detectors. It is also probably a great way to recycle your old clothes, if you are really desperate for yncke.

Morning

The studio window faces east. Every morning, if possible, I am up before sunrise, coffee in hand, reading or watching something on the computer, planning my day. I turn away from these activities to watch the sunrise.

Every morning is different. At times, I am up so early the street lamp is still on. Some mornings it is a sharp light against a dark sky. Other mornings, as of late, it is softened by the fog that has covered the valley. As the sun ascends, the fog may stay or go, and the light may be soft and golden, violet, or on a clear morning, the spectrum of colors. At times, if there are clouds, they can be lit with gold and pink.

Missing a morning’s beginnings seldom happens. To me, it is always an adventure in color and light, and this in turn makes me ponder some weird thing.

I am always glad to see the dawn – to hear the first birds – to see the birds perch on the redbud outside my window, or see the crows hopping on the eaves. It is always new and different, full of potential and hope.

This morning was no different. What was different is I went into the living room to open the shutters. A flitter to my right, and through the slats of the shutter, on the fig tree, a little bird, yellowish on the breast, was popping around, limb to leaf, eating figs or bugs. On the lawn, a crow was poking and prodding for bugs. He watched my movements a bit, as did the small bird in the tree, but neither flew away.

Mornings are, for now, eternal. When I am long gone, they will continue. Savoring the dawn is a wonderful way to begin any day.

Catching My Breath

There are times when everything seems to go south, and even when you know it will work out, it wears you out. Waiting for things to get fixed. Waiting for Monday to call customer service. Waiting to hear from customer service. All the waiting is really pretty boring and aggravating. What do you do in between?

I waited. I made phone calls. I waited for answers. In between I realized that I was making myself crazy. So, some sewing. Shopping. Cleaning out the front flower bed (half way done, but today the wind is blowing and it’s stinking hot). The side patio, for container gardening, got chopped. I filled up the 96-gallon clippings bin with all sorts of things. The patio looks naked. However, it is also ready for next spring. Bulbs are dormant, and new ones will get popped in sometime soon.

I have been making myself a nightgown out of flannel. Sounds cozy, eh? Well, mine is not sweetly flowered flannel. No, it is gaudy and has a whole bunch of sharks swimming around.

Too cute, eh? I still need to put in the placket / casing for the elastic drawstring, pick out unwanted threads, and hem it.

The post office called me twice. Problem solved. (Thank you USPS!) Insurance administrator called. Problem solved. Ummmm, what else? That’s it.

Can you believe all this took a couple of weeks to get settled down?

Inktober 2021: Days 1-9

Inktober comes but once a year, and it is a lot of fun, too. Ink is the focal point – drawing with it, shading with it. Not only is black ink used, but so is colored. It’s a great time to sit down and just draw with ink, or, what I always do, is to draw from a given prompt.

If you go to Instagram and type in #inktober2021, you can find all sorts of responses to the prompts. People are amazingly creative! Sometimes I feel a bit prosaic and dull, but that varies from drawing to drawing, of course.

1: Crystal

2. Suit – as in Law Suit

3. Vessel

4. Knot

5. Raven

6. Spirit

7. Fan

8. Watch

9. Pressure

If you want to see what I added below the images on my painting-drawing blog, head over to Journey By Paper to see more, or my Instagram account. At Journey By Paper you can enjoy boring commentary or doggerel by yours truly, others, as well as good poetry and song.