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- Colors arranged in a certain order in the shape of a circle.
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Wings & Wheels 2011 846
it’s not a felony to paint a Hunter like this, just a Miss Demeanour!
Miss Demeanour – The Colour Scheme
In answer to the most common question I’m asked, no, I wasn’t on anything at the time.
As far back as my own military flying days, I’ve been envious of the American attitude to paint schemes on military and ex-military aircraft. From the most basic nose art, through the wartime P-51 Mustang schemes to the ultimate paint jobs, the racers at Reno.
There is a plethora of ex-military aircraft in the UK, all dressed up to represent some squadron or other’s markings, often a squadron with which the aircraft never actually served and there are more than enough Hunters around to satisfy the purists.
So, in these days of political correctness, I thought it would make a change to see a Hunter painted as an art form. A celebration of one of the few aircraft that fall in to that category of aircraft that somehow “look right” and, from its looks, you know that they fly right too. In the Hunter’s case, it flies even better than it looks.
Custom motorbikes are often painted using a similar approach. Some bikes are made for customisation and others aren’t. In my quest for a scheme, I therefore decided that what I needed to find was an air brush wielding Hell’s Angel, someone who wanted a machine with a bit more horsepower to work on. Seriously, I started hanging around bikers but quickly realised that any artist was going to need a proper brief.
By this time I had, if you’ll excuse the pun, the ember of an idea that flames were going to form part of the scheme and this progressed on to something based around a Space Shuttle re-entry.
Whilst at Jet Heritage, I met a kindred spirit in Robin “Chippy” Carpenter who, at that time, had an aircraft spraying company. I explained my ideas to him and within a few days, he had produced a couple of airbrush sketches. Those initial concepts fired me in to action and, using Corel Draw, I began playing around with some ideas based on the flames, smoke and re-entry.
That early enthusiasm slowly gave way to practicality. The sheer man hours required to airbrush all those flames meant they were out of the question. I wanted the colours to be blended and the early concept was that of a white hot leading edge applied to all the surfaces, getting cooler and fading, through smoke, to a midnight star studded sky.
But somehow the lines just didn’t look right, whether it was a curve or a straight line, it didn’t seem to fit the wing’s plan form. I straightened the line but that didn’t look right either and, in an attempt to get back to the angular swept back lines, placed the pattern in mirror by mistake. Bingo! It somehow looked very neat.
From that point on it was just a matter of tweaking the curves and colours and I was stretching the boundaries of Corel Draw’s blending function to the limit!
Although I have a 3D modelling program, attempts to use it to portray the scheme proved themselves to be a waste of both time and effort. Working in 2D, I was confident that the scheme would work and yet again Chippy came up trumps by building Revell’s 32nd scale Hunter model and painting it in my proposed colours. It worked.
As for the stars, they indicate position of the major stars in the three signs present in my family, Aries (myself), Virgo (Annie my wife and our daughter Melissa) and Taurus (our son Mark). These were accurately researched using a superb software package called Starrynight Pro.
All I needed now was a sponsor for the paint and the spraying. I tried all the paint companies and was delighted when PRC-DeSoto (then called Courtaulds Aerospace) said they would provide the paint free of charge. Then AIM Aviation (Jecco) at Bournemouth came up with sponsorship for the actual spraying. The fact that Chippy was now working for them had, I am quite sure, absolutely nothing to do with it!
The work took four nerve wracking weeks. There were gantries rigged to give a birds-eye view and enable us to check both the colouring and the shape of the blends. I mounted a time lapse video camera on to one of those gantries to record the progress. The actual spraying took less than 10% of the time – most of it was spent flatting down coats of paint and masking up for the next.
She was wheeled out in the first week of January 1999, looking perfect. Many felt that the scheme was simply outrageous, nothing more, nothing less. That was until they saw her airborne, then the design comes in to its own – somehow accentuating the clean lines of the Hunter.
As for the registration, she was going to be registered as G-FLAP until I started on the artwork, and then the phrase “psssst, look at this!” came to mind. Others thought, “pissed again” but G-PSST she became, or as one Jet Heritage museum volunteer said to me, Personal Super Sonic Transport.
The name came out of the blue many years ago. I promised myself that my first “warbird” would have a name and I enjoyed the double meaning. It was in
Classical Cup, Version 2
Cup of the Day #30
Classical Cup, Version 2
By Gwyneth Leech
Color India ink on white and brown printed
paper coffee cup
I hurt my left elbow weeks ago, carrying home too many bags of groceries. Unfortunately, I am left-handed. It rather hurts to draw, which has slowed me down.
I shop on 9th Avenue pretty much every day, European style. The Big Apple Meat Market and Stiles fruit and vegetable market on 41st and 9th are usual stops. Then I head to some more interesting shops a little further South, behind the Port Authority bus station. I regularly buy raw shrimp by the pound from the Sea Breeze Fish Market at 40th street (I steam at home with Old Bay seasoning). Crabs and a wide array of whole fish are tempting; I should learn how to cook them.
A few doors up from Sea Breeze is the International Market which is crowded with heaped barrels of spices: Cumin, turmeric, paprika, black pepper corns. The intensity of the color amazes me when I have my artist eyes on after a day of painting. I buy humous, tzatziki, taramosalata, spinach pie and sometimes ground coffee, and exchange a word with the Greek merchants. Finally, I stop by Empire Coffee and Tea company for a cup of Barry's tea and often purchase a box of Scottish Blend tea bags.
A fruit stall has appeared on the sidewalk between 42nd and 43rd. The Chinese fruit seller always gives me a special price or an extra piece of fruit. Some weeks ago, I bought several pounds of fruit too many, and carrying that along with everything else the elbow was strained by the time I got to my door five blocks later.
A lot of my neighbors do this differently. They order from Fresh Direct by computer. A young man shows up every afternoon wheeling dollies stacked high with cardboard boxes. Up and down the tenement stairs he goes, ferrying the boxes to the upper floors. I am enticed, but the thought of breaking down all those boxes fills me with ennuie. Plus, I would miss my interactions with the shopkeepers, as well as the conversations and dramas in the check-out lines.
Most especially, I would miss the weekly sight of a crew of uniformed firemen shopping in the Big Apple Meat market for the makings of spaghetti Bolognese. They pull up outside in their full-size fire truck and pile into the narrow aisles of the market, baskets in hand. Really, it is worth the price of a sore elbow just to see that.
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