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Pearl Finds Herself in The Brushes App

May 28, 2011

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Today, I am making a brief foray into “how-to” blogging.

I am a great devotee of the “Brushes” app for the iPhone and iPad. The “Brushes” app is a painting program; because it is devised for the iPad and iPhone it is actually a finger-painting program.

You might think that painting with one’s finger is clumsy–and certainly, it is much easier for many (including myself) to draw with a stylus. But the Brushes program is designed with an array of possibilities allowing for a great deal of fascination, if not always finesse.(If you get really good with it, like artist David Hockney) subtlety and finesse are possible too.)

The tricks are (i) stroke styles; and (ii) layers. The program allows for a large array of specific brush stroke styles that can be varied by spacing and size. This allows for automatic flowers or splotches, very fine or thick lines, various levels of translucence, lines of little blocks or circles or grasses or even fur. These same strokes can be applied to the eraser, allowing for lots of options there as well.

The true magic comes with layering though, and this takes some learning. Up to six layers are allowed in the iPad app. These can simply be used to allow for layers of detail, background, foreground. (The backdrop of solid green, for example, or the grass that goes behind the dogs.)

Layers can also be used in more elaborate ways. A photograph can be layered in to your painting, as a template. You can outline the photograph on a different layer, and then trash the photograph itself. Similarly, the iPad Brushes App (as opposed to the iPhone app) allows for the copying and transposition of layers. A layer showing one little dog can be imposed and rotated on top of another little dog, for example, or a bunch of little dogs. (I used this for my tangoing elephants a week or so back.)

Here your eraser feature can be your friend. My initial dog, above, was drawn in a few different layers, to allow the features–eyes, nose–to be on top of the fur. In order to repeat the dog without using more than six layers, I converted it to a finished image (like a photo), which I then transposed onto a duplicate painting. A photo is not a transparent layer, so I had to erase all the grass and background on the second dog to allow it to fit into the first painting without blocking it. This can be a little laborious, but the technology somehow makes it feel more interesting than drawing a whole new dog or bunch of dogs.

(Apologies, this post was first uploaded in blank.)

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National Poetry Society – 21st Day – “Ah (in the Savanna)”

April 22, 2011

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A visual poem? A busy day. Happy weekend all!

Old Dog Matches Spring Landscape

March 26, 2011

Freezing Rain (March Madness Without Basketball)

March 23, 2011

Pearl doesn't like it.

Pearl- (Like the world) Unstable.

March 18, 2011

Pearl Going Unsteady

So much that’s difficult going on in the world, I decided to focus on matters closer to home today.  Pearl!

Only she’s also losing stability; she also can be a source of distress.

The fact is that Pearl will be sixteen later this year, and though she capable of brief rituals of puppyesque enthusiasm, her legs are skewed and her vision is terrible.   She is capable of running into even major obstacles (park benches) much less minor ones.   Her walker has to continually watch for even very shallow stairs or steps.

Still, she’s intrepid, walking slowly, trotting briskly, (or simply allowing herself to be  slightly dragged) forward.

Old dog, night walk

March 10, 2011

My old dog, increasingly blind,

My old dog Pearl is increasingly blind, especially in darkness.  The leash tends to provide reassurance rather than restraint.  Sometimes, I find myself completely leading her on a walk, as if I were her seeing eye person.  I have to be careful to avoid the bottoms of park benches, the sides of steps.  (She frequently veers to one side, which leads her into such obstacles.)

Other times, scent takes over and she, with canine persistence, pulls me along, avidly reading a kind of olefactory hieroglyphic.  I never am sure of what she actually sees, only that she knows exactly where she wants to be.

Way Too Early On A Saturday Morning Train – A Pattern?

January 30, 2011

Pearl Doesn't Mind Dishevelment (Or You Know What)

Saturday:  I am on an early morning train way too early in the morning to be on a Saturday train.

A woman, clearly an experienced traveler on this train, slips in at the last minute, not breathing heavily.  She takes the seat across the aisle and immediately takes off coat, sweater, stows bags, attaches iPod to her head, and from the top of one of her stowed bags–little totes–retrieves an inner plastic bag with knitting project and needles.  She sets to work over some pieces of paper, shielded in plastic, to which she occasionally refers.

I, in contrast, who made the train with some time to spare, am still rustling around my stuff, the dog jammed beside me (inside her bag and a couple of old parkas, one of which doesn’t quite fit into the bag) an overly-heavy suitcase, my hat, my own parka, tea, purse–

The woman across wears reading glasses as she knits and has, precise, slightly pointed features (lips, chin, nose, eyebrows plucked in vaulted arches).  Despite, or as part of her precision, she seems to love patterns.  Her outer sweater (taken off immediately upon sieeing down) displays a snow scene with fir trees, deer, mountains, all woven into the pattern: her inner sweater (which she does not take off) is grey with pastel stripes in multiple colors; her bags are floral, one a brocaded pattern of (seemingly) rhododendra, the other water lillies in a backdrop busy with current.

She makes notes about her knitting on a piece of graph paper.

My black and grey across the aisle feels more crowded and disheveled than ever.  Does the conductor give me a snide look as he takes my ticket?

Pearl, at least, doesn’t seem to mind.

 

Pearl Mounts Ice Floe To Raise Awareness For Its Melt

January 28, 2011

Pearl (Sans Elephant) Gets On The Floe

“Pearl!” I called down to the Hudson.   “I know you feel a special sympathy for polar bears–” (I think it’s the white fur/ black nose thing)–”but, seriously, this is going too far.”

“Errruuurrrmmmmmm,” Pearl replied.

Setting Pearl aside for a minute (while she’s still within range), it’s hard for us in the frigid Eastern U.S. to focus on the fact that this has been the second of two freakishly warm winters in the Arctic.   Scientists postulate that this is part of the reason for all the “excess” cold both here and in Europe–the circulation of various Polar jet streams has broken from usual vortexes, allowing arctic air to swoop down in exchange for warmer air swooping up.  Some scientists are concerned that this two-year change may signal long-term damage to a so-called arctic “fence” –see an article about it here.

In the meantime—”Pearrrrrrllll!”

You Can Find Them Anywhere (Pt. 3) (On Pearl)

January 27, 2011

You can find them anywhere.

This was actually taken in between snow storms yesterday, before the big one last night.

Uninvited Guests At State of the Union Address

January 25, 2011

Pearl and Friend Get Front Row Seats