Kathy’s dog show

Agility Dog Show, AKC, Dog Show

I met my friend Kathy at her agility show for something fun to sketch and to give support. Her dog is an Australian Shepherd who is very young and learning the ropes. (https://www.akc.org/dog-breeds/australian-shepherd/).

North is an amazing ball of energy and fur, who jumps and leaps from genes that were  developed to herd.

In fact, this is a way for North to channel the energy and receive praise for doing well.

You can imagine the bad, if left to invent for herself.

The couple I sketched were from rural Kentucky. Nice people who probably didn’t realize I was sketching away. From a military background, he now supports his wife’s passion for training dogs. Nice!

Sometimes a quick sketch captures the honest moments.

 

Depth of despair

American Illustrator, Barry Comer Artist, Depth, Schoolbooks

 

I can’t find anything on my shelves because they grab, prod and remind. They are constantly reminding me of Leonard Cohen biographies, poetry, PMS charts and a few schoolbooks.

I am reminded how heartbroken I can be and feel loss more acutely. When something means more and more, then discover it is lost; it hurts.

There is a fear in the depth of despair.

 

Chair cropper

Birthday, Chairs, Cubano Coffee, Patio Chairs, Sketchbook Skool, Tables

Now that Fall has hit, I can sit outside without sweating, being stung and sunburn.

Yesterday, I sat and watched the comings and goings, couples drinking coffee and a little dog who snapped at the patrons.

Finally, a day for celebration. It was my pre-birthday and celebrated with my best friend with lunch and a cocktail.

Just a flimsy sheet of paper

Cash Register, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

It’s raining and all I have is a flimsy sheet of paper to wrinkle and bow. Plus, I lost or had stolen all my pens and pencils from my classroom.

This is what you do when the tools are in short supply and the weather keeps you in.

 

From shape to shape

Alive, American Illustrator, Art, Artist's Hands, Barry Comer, Coffee Dreams, Shapes, Toyota Camry

From shape to shape, the natural and machined, bend my eye. Nothing escapes the attraction of curve, fluid mass and void.

Even though imaginative color is applied by you, the beat of a hand touching paper goes on.

The artist never stops to admire a “perfect sketch”, because none exists.

Restless minds cave to desire.