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I’ve been away from painting for a while but am back. I’ve a new promotional video that can be viewed at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QF_kc91AB8 

As before, my website is www.briancody.com and my email is brian.cody@comcast.net.

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.

I’ve recently posted 8 new CURIOUS PAINTINGS on my website. All bright, colorful and reminiscent of a bright and colorful Summer.

My new stuff continues my focus on focusing. I’d collected this particular shell on one of our many journeys to Crane Beach, or more probably in this shell’s instance to ajoining Steep Hill Beach, and brought it home to use as what, an ashtray? Nope, don’t smoke. Could take up smoking, in hopes of not totally wasting the boat trip to the beach, but probably not a good idea.  It’s a fairly small shell and, once filled with cigarrette ash, what do I do, go back to the beach for more shells? Could be a problem during the winter months when the river freezes over and boat access is reduced.

So, having narrowly avoided adding another addiction to my collection, I returned to focusing on focus.  Hyper-render the aquamarine/blue shell as if it were still sitting beachside in bright sunlight, add a subtle shadow to reinforce its quietness and trap it within an intense, contrasting gold ochre field to pop it out even further.

Viola! Whaddya got? A watercolor painting of an empty ashtray!!! Makes you want to smoke, just to give that damn empty shell something to do. Sublime!

So again, it was a quiet summer; lots of sun and no storms. I’ll bet this afforded the local seashells plenty of time to sit serenely while surveying the seacoast.

More serenity at my CURIOUS PAINTINGS collection.

I’ve just completed a watercolor of a PURPLE BEACH MUSSEL. With a WITHERED ORANGE ACCENT just to confuse the whole thing. This after a relatively quiet summer on Crane Beach; lots of sun but no storms to toss up big, weird seashells, scary seaweed collections or the unfortunately usual collection of broken bottles, used toasters and old lightbulbs

Wade through more beach jetsam and flotsam at my collection of 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.

While I’m not claiming to have found this seashell in the woods (that would’ve been SOME high tide,) with its surface mottled with moss greens and browns, I thought it would fit well with the other forresty stuff I’d collected last Fall. COLD OLD & ROUND because it was DAMN COLD, I’m OLD and the shells are ROUND. Or I’m ROUND, not sure. 
 
More nonsense at my website of CURIOUS PAINTINGS.   

Despite my earlier bleatings about tramping through local hills and dale to collect nature samples for my CURIOUS PAINTINGS series, I stumbled across BIG RED, BIG LEAF, above, after having completed a bank transaction in downtown Ipswich. No getting lost in the forest or running my boat aground in the river, I managed to simultaneously complete 2 tasks at once, itself a HUGE rarity, by conducting bank business AND finding something new to paint. If I’d gotten a parking ticket, it would’ve been 3 things simultaneously but they don’t issue tickets in downtown Ipswich.      

At the very least, BIG RED, BIG LEAF provided me the chance to throw a lot of red paint around the studio; you’d be surprised at how little red is used in nature, excepting Autumn. More paint, red and otherwise, at http://www.briancody.com.

 
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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