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A close-up of watercolors tortured in the name of art.  More anguished work in my gallery of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.

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OLD & IN THE WAY: no, not me, the flowers! Wrinkles are a good thing, especially in flowers.
 
Wrinkles mean you worry a lot. Or someone left you out in the sun and didn’t water you enough. The former has me worrying a lot; about the tide not returning, sun not coming up, about the Pats’ chances in the Super Bowl, no snow, Pats’s chances, too much tide and about what’s for lunch. As for the latter, as a painter, I’ve got a subject matter with character (more than can be said for myself. I’ve got “cranky,” but you can’t paint cranky.) that demands a somewhat focussed rendering, usually with painfully tiny watercolor brushes, sizes #3 – 7 (which begs the question: how come as the brush gets smaller, requiring fewer camel hairs, it gets more expensive? What, the camel trying to drive up demand?) and a massively big bottle of ibuprofen.  
 
Combine that with a sense of patience that often times leaves your (poor, long suffering) wife suspecting you’ve passed away at your desk because you haven’t twitched a muscle in 4-5 hours, and you’re ready to render wrinkled flowers! 
 
To learn more about aging gracelessly, visit my gallery of CURIOUS PAINTINGS

So what happens to a flower once it passes its prime? Does it do a Jack Nicholson and show up courtside only at Lakers’ games? Hide in Florida with the pink flamingos? Rose Pondering Retirement demonstrates a different approach to aging gracefully by turning a bit crinkly, with its once saturated primary color red maturing into a multitude of muted, complimentary hues. Sort of like me except, instead of crinkly I just get cranky. 

More warnings of advancing wrinkles and bad temper at my Curious Paintings.

BARKING UP the WRONG MUSHROOM. Here it is, the middle of Spring already, almost Summer, and I’m sending artwork of Autumnal decline. How perverse.

 
Perhaps it’s the arrogance of middle age, but I didn’t think I could get lost anymore. I don’t mean lost on the interstate and stopping at the next gas station to get directions, but Hansel & Gretel lost where you start wondering what it’ll be like to sleep under a pile of leaves. And whether your death by wolves will be quick and what do those little red berries taste like? Never mind if your kids will even notice, much less care, if you’re missing.
 
But enough of this therapist’s couch stuff. We tried walking a new, recently opened Trustee’s Reservation trail and got lost. Which provided me plenty of time to collect foresty-stuff, an AUTUMN ASSORTMENT as it were, for either future painting or that evening’s dinner.
 
More survivalist’s art at my CURIOUS PAINTINGS site.

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Another November return to Appleton Farms, this time equipped with a collecting bag, rewarded me with even more forest stuff suitable for painting. Dead leaves, pygmy pine cones, anonymous killer mushrooms and bumblebee flowers were the standouts from this trip. Similar yet different from my collection of CURIOUS SEASHORE paintings, where an assortment of clamshells, seaweeds, mussels etc. have been rendered more or less in situ, I get to play with these forest elements until an interesting composition shows up. Or a couple of monstrous centipedes come slithering out of something, sending me squealing out of the studio in search of body armor and serious weaponry. More tales of art heroics at http://www.briancody.com.

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 DETAIL - JEFFERSON STARFISH

Starfish are an anomaly on coolish Crane Beach in Ipswich, MA. Colorful starfish even rarer. Perhaps this one was chilled, inducing colors ranging from hot orange to a deepish purple, after a summer of cloudy weather and more rain than a duck would care for. I was fortunate to stumble across Jefferson Starfish (sorry, bad, old age-appropriate pun,) the seashore residue of two late summer hurricanes, tossed well up onto the beach. Luckier still that the sun was pulling a Woodstock (sorry again, bad habit.)

For even more bad jokes, and fair art, visit my collection of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.

DETAIL - HOT SUMMER SEAWEED

Asked to choose a single, simple phrase to describe the Summer of ’09, a local duck replied “Too much damn RAIN!” Yet despite Boston’s weather behaving more like Seattle’s, there have been moments of sunshine, even heat. The day I captured this Hot Summer Seaweed (“captured” only in a manner of speaking, it wasn’t actually trying to escape) was a scorcher, with the sun punishing anything left up on the beach.

For more tales of seashore outrage, be sure to visit my collection of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.

RED MUM - DETAIL

HA! And you thought I was going to chat about a family member?

No, more a watercolor-and-pencil rendering of a mum, one that almost got away from me from a detail point of view. Lesson learned? When choosing subject matter for a painting, choose a flower with no more petals than fingers on two hands.

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