So it's great if you remember to bring all six primaries…which I didn't, of course, on our Mexico trip. I left a cool yellow at home. I figured that Mexico being all warm and stucco-ey, a warm yellow and an earthy yellow ochre would do the trick.
I missed my lemon yellow.
It became clear that the new leaves struck by the early morning sun were a cooler, brighter green than I could get with the colors I brought. It was fun, though, and a challenge, to get as close as possible with what I had. In fact, the best part of painting in Mexico was the challenge of identifying the colors my eyes were seeing and then rapidly recreating them with paint. That was probably the area I had the most artistic growth in over the two weeks, getting well-versed in fiddling with color.
My all-time favorite Mazatlan color was a reddish-orangish-peach…it was gorgeous in the sunshine and in the shadow and I had everything I needed to get it just right: both reds, a yellow and white, with a touch of blue for shadowing. Thrilling…I know!