Ozzy

American Illustrator, Art, artist, Australian Blue Heeler, Australian Cattle Dog, Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Dog Love, Dog Portrait, Dog Training, Ozzy Osbourne


This is Ozzy and has been with me since he was 7-weeks old. As a Blue Heeler, his job is never done and has more energy than the sun. In fact, I am not certain if he actually sleeps, but my wife has observed him with eyes closed.

There is an intelligence with his breed that most dogs never reach, which makes training him a task. In fact, I can’t. The vet says, “all really intelligent dogs are difficult”.

Oh yeah. He’s difficult. He reminds me of me.

My dear friend

American Illustrator, Art, artist, Artist's Hands, Australian Blue Heeer, Australian Blue Heeler, Australian Cattle Dog, Australian Cattledog, Azoulay, Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Companionship, dog, Dogs, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, Friendship, pets, Sculpture

Ozzy copy

Ozzy is my dear friend. He came along when I needed companionship and distraction, when my job was eliminated in 2009.

He is a pain in the ass.

Dancing in the alley

Alley Flowers, American Illustrator, Art, art, artist, Australian Blue Heeler, Australian Cattledog, Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, drawing, dreams, Fall Colors, Gypsy Flowers, Handmade Paper, Illustration, Indian Handmade Paper

alleyflower

Early in the morning, flowers dance in the alleys and know the sun is coming. It is toward their end this year. They know it, I know it and my dog knows its.

As usual, we are walking with somewhat different priorities. However, Ozzy (Australian Cattle Dog) knows that I like to sketch as much as he well… whatever he does and thinks. One thing is certain, the scents are attractive to both of us.

This is my second painting in my birthday book of handmade paper. It certainly slows me down, but it yields great fortunes and merry discovery. Each shadow I see reveals its own dimension. Do you see the pages and how they reveal themselves at the bottom?

For ozzy

Australian Blue Heeler, Australian Cattledog, dog, Love, Pet Dog

Ozzy copy

Sweet Dreams

We climb to the stars baby –

the stars’ ladder.

We are those stars of charts

and meanderings through

the crystal skies,

the jet-plane paths and

blue oxygen.

How far I climb is up to me,

but all I see in front are

paths and forks,

with shiny points –

pinned points.

Behind is my death of things

that memory won’t serve,

that flamed out until

sterling snaps and rustles –

left to burn.

Dearest, the imaginarium calls wild.

Do you hear?

It is sharp and planed,

existence defined by us  –

the skaters who climb our

stars and our ladders, reaching

longitudes, more or less

defined by us.

We draw our breaths

and heave our chests.

Do we breathe?

Do we blow?

We snap our fingers

like little flickers.

Beat of our dreams, sweet thoughts –

dearest hopes.

Wild thing

Art, Australia, Australian Blue Heeler, beat poetry, dog, Sketchbook Skool

Ozzy 1

Wild Thing – you make my heart break.

Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane.

Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that.

Wild Thing, you moved me.

Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight.

You kill me.

Hardware and the treats

Australia, Australian Blue Heeler, Blue Heeler, Herding Dog

Chainlink

Australian Blue Heelers are one of a kind. They require 100% attention and a firm hand. Both I lack. But the good news, is that Ozzy is a sweet and loving dog.

He only needs to be reminded who’s in charge. I forget. He reminds.

That’s his job.