Sunday, March 27, 2016

Inspiration in the produce aisle: Cherimoya

         
8 x 10 , Prismacolor colored pencil on Strathmore vellum bristol (click to enlarge)


The cherimoya. The custard apple. 
Or, as described by Mark Twain: "...the most delicious fruit known to men...".  


A woman saw me eyeing these in the produce department of my grocery store (which has been carrying an amazing selection of tropical and exotic fruits). She asked if I was familiar with them, and we struck up a conversation. She told me of their wonderful aromatic, creamy texture inside, adding that they are a favorite in her homeland of Chile. That description—along with the fact that they reminded me of artichokes and pinecones—was good enough for me. I had my next "model".


While they look like overlapping scales, the little surfaces of the cherimoya just join together along their perimeters, with no overlap at all.

As usual, I was too involved in my drawing to scan WIP pics, so I just shot them at my drawing board with my phone, explaining the uneven lighting:




At times, I felt I'd overdone the drawing of the outside. Now, I think that I was just having too much fun with it! But I did try to show restraint on the interior drawing. The dramatic contrast between the seeds and the flesh was so beautiful; it needed no help from me. And, of course, I forgot to take pics along the way. Oops.

Finally, I have to confess that I never tasted it. I know, I know....but it got brown inside rather quickly from sitting out and I wasn't sure it was at its best. I do plan on getting another to sample. Have you eaten cherimoya? What do you think?

3 comments:

  1. I love the fact that we have such a variety of produce in our stores. However, I rarely purchase items with which I am unfamiliar. I love that you spoke to a fellow shopper who loved the cherimoya. Even the name is beautiful. It is lyrical.

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  2. You inspired me to eat a dragon fruit, so now I guess I'll have to eat a cherimoya. You're expanding my world!

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