Neighborhood

America, American Illustrator, Architecture, Art, art, artist, Autumn, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Bush, color, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, dreams, Fall Colors, Fall Leaves, Home, Old Neighborhood

yard 4

The houses in my neighborhood are close. In some places 2 meters for those outside the US. You can hear the neighbors arguing and their dogs barking indoors. It is an old neighborhood set higher than the river which floods and is call The Highlands.

Blustery and Fall seem to be upon us.

Mr. Badass

American Illustrator, artist, Badass Artist, color, drawing, Pen and Ink, pencil drawing, Tommy Kane

Tommy

Introducing none other than Mr. Kane; Tommy Kane.

He is an extraordinary illustrator and teacher (Sketchbook Skool http://www.sketchbookskool.com) and travels everywhere to sketch.

I love this guy. He’s rough and tumble, but has a very sweet soft spot.

http://tommykane.blogspot.com

I totally recommend you buy his book (http://www.bookdepository.com/Excuse-Draw-Tommy-Kane/9780956873835)

Backyard sketch…

Backyard Bushes, color, drawing, Illustration, Leaves, line art, weeds

weeds

… before the mosquitos ate me alive, I took chair and sketchbook for some Saturday fun. With book in lap and dog at my side, I contoured, impressed and painted lines. Even though I am technically not painting lines, I feel that I am with strokes and different pressures. In this way, my eyes see the depths of the subject and tactile patterns.

The sketch was non-stop flurry, which makes me feel energized for the day.

Tender balm of nights forever

color, David Hockney, Day Lilly, drawing, dreams, Flowers, Lilly

lillys

Regime formed
and angels carved,
with weathered freeze;
lay down.

They stare from stone
unmoved, eyes glazed;
toward them.

Knowing the end,
sentimentality and
forever cries, of wilt.

The birth never shown,
mirrored and viewed;
with six handed grips.

Release your lips
and sip my kiss,
lay lambs in flowers;
tender balm of
nights forever.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

Under the table at Molly Malones

color, Guinness Beer, Irish Bar

under the table copy

Under the table at Molly Malones attracted me today. Nice shoes, prints, shadows and wood. What else could be better in an Irish bar?

I don’t think the Guinness had much influence.

http://highlands.mollymalonesirishpub.com

My candy girl

1960s, Addiction, Adoption, color, Flowers, Iris

iris

Green mint breath,
with a predator’s thirst,
her hot steamed plunder,
spanked to affection;
some candy man love.

Her tom-tom palms,
such smooth pony thighs;
candy requires perfection,
ride, boy ride.

The monkey house screams,
call it a wild girl whisper,
her hot scripted words;
I believe in love.

Candy riders, where’s this going?

Going to slaughter,
touching her thighs;
riding the animal slide.

My candy girl,
little steamed fluffer,
she sweats warm venom;
I feel her love.

You’re pretty slow, if you still don’t know.

It’s called taste of the savage,
for ponys and monkeys,
a sweet attraction;
for candy boy love.

She was hired to please,
to guard, above the knee.

You got it now.

It was ‘62 and I was hot.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

Fine-tuning the creation (tender balm of nights forever)

Art, beat poetry, bread, Cafe Sketches, church, color, easter, Flowers, God, hand, roses

Regime formed
and angels carved,
with weathered freeze;
lay down.

They stare from stone
unmoved, eyes glazed;
toward them.

the creationKnowing the end,
sentimentality and
forever cries, of wilt.

The birth never shown,
mirrored and viewed;
with six handed grips.

Release your lips
and sip my kiss,
lay lambs in flowers;
tender balm of
nights forever.

Dance the sin

Apple, Australia, color, Fruit Market, Kitchen, Sin

Make me blue, give me wings,
make the house jive coffee, make it simmer,
jump and trip the wires – let it rip my cords.

appleFlash-time purpose, pinch and feel my throat.

No sense like the present, no purposeful feel and
certainly no spring uptown or down low.

A little more belt, tightened around my waist,
slipping down, way down.

Give me a zap, a current – sizzled fat or
bone to dirt – I’ll take them both.

A little less bible – give me a belt. Give me
black, give me toes with straight-up curls –
make me pant the word – help me dance the sin.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

Polka dot scarf and paper lights

Bars, beat poetry, Cafe Sketches, Coffee, Coffee Bar, Coffee Shop, Coffee Shop Sketching, color

JAVAThe Seattle Urban Sketchers have caught my attention the last several months. Wrapped in familiar urban theme, each has a unique familiarity to their city. One in particular is David Chamness. I like his line, but more, I appreciate his palette and casual painting. Of course casual is in the eye of the beholder and his work is very sophisticated.
So I went out early this evening and sketched at a local cafe. I was mindful of my line, but more so, I paid attention to my painting.

More bananas, really

Bananas, color, fruit, Mellow Yellow, nature, Pen and Ink, Urban Sketching, Watercolor

Old BananasOkay, I am sketching more bananas. What are you going to do about it? This little baby was on it way to the garbage, when I decided to make some use of it. After an initial sketch, I peeled and then bit. Nasty sweet and not my style. I like them a bit on the green side. Anyway, I promise, no more bananas.