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I’ve most recently become entranced with a newish software app that allows me to, amongst other things, animate my watercolor paintings. WHAT A GREAT IDEA, ANIMATED WATERCOLOR PAINTINGS!!! Who couldn’t use a painting that moves? “GENIUS!” I exclaim to myself, being sure to keep my voice down because the other thing this app does is enable me to know, even when she’s in another room, when my long-suffering wife is rolling her eyes into the back of her head and sighing that l-ooooooong sigh. Every time the G-word is used in our house, admittedly just frequently enough to provoke a saint to extreme violence, it’s quietly countered with the Einstein quote “The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.” Not sure what the point is there but genius knows there’s a market for watercolors that jump about. And to that point, here’s the video of my new watercolor paintings, Arizona Desert Flower Crazy Salad.
More watercolor paintings, mostly static, family and pet portraits, cartoons and other oddities at my website collection of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.
Lastly, any and all of my art can be purchased in a variety of forms – mugs, t-shirts, cellphone cases, mousepads, postage stamps, even skateboards – through my online store Zazzle.com/briancody.
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What do you get when you cross an irritated peony with a box of watercolors? PETULANT PEONIES!
More mildly disturbed florals at www.briancody.com.
I found a vase full of TULIP TANTRUMs THE OTHER DAY. Very beautiful and a bit wild!
More floral mayhem at http://www.briancody.com.
So my idea was to go for a late Autumn walk in the local labyrinth called Appleton Farms, in Ipswich, MA. Anecdotal history has the farm in the Appleton family since Colonial times, recently bequeathed with the passing of the last Appleton family member to the Trustees of the Reservations, which in turn opens the large tract of land, including the largest open meadow in New England, to the general public for much tramping about.
So my wife and I walk, or rather she walks with an enthusiasm matched inversely by my hiking incompetence, through the orange and brown Appleton highways and byways. And by hike’s end, I find myself hauling a collection of colorful dead leaves, pieces of moss, assorted stumps and whatever mushrooms couldn’t outrun me.
Moral of the story, such a story as it is? Always bring a bag, never know what you’re going to find that might make a good CURIOUS PAINTING. Or a bad one. Leaves, logs, seashells, seaweed, broken glass, you name it, it’s out there waiting to make a name for itself.
Summer brings opportunity to wander the beach without having to wrap oneself up in layers of survival gear. There are other reasons to look forward to June, but not having to strain to hear the ocean above the crackling and crunching of multiple thinsulate/polyester/microfiber skins – all named after distant mountain ranges I’ve never heard of – makes it easier to enjoy the experience.
Another benefit is the light, never still as it skips across assorted surfaces, revealing and obscuring details, infuriating those of us anal-rententive enough to try and capture it.
