Crisp brown

Allen Ginsberg, Artist's Hands, Autumn, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, drawing, dreams, Fall Leaves, Hand Made Paper, Sculpture, Sculptured Sketch, Self Portrait, selfie, Selfies


The wind is stirring my dirt, with rain and scents in crisped and brown. You are here, time wound, now sprung. Floating delivery, you brought me here.

22 thoughts on “Crisp brown

  1. From my blog (I wrote about my feelings, about being lost and confused). Beautiful drawing, Barry. Excellent work as usual…

    “When you’re lost; there’s no end and there’s no beginning. Everything you see seems different, everything you feel seems weird. You are floating around in a world of complete silence. You are reaching out for something to hold on to, you are reaching out for someone who understands you. All you want is to find someone who wants to hold you. You’re completely lost, floating around in a wicked dream. There’s no beginning and there’s no end.”


  2. ….a November moment/movement if there ever was one–the browns of November, the winds, the enfolding of oneself within/against the elements, and the elements no longer smiling down on us with sunny kisses–suddenly with a change of calendar month we accept our fate as no longer in control of our world, but the larger world calling the tune we dance to. yes?


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