First time

Anterior Cervical Discectomy and Fusion, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, Expressionism, Herniated Disc, Hydrocodone

This is my first illustration 5 days after surgery. It felt good to feel the texture of the paper and hear the scratch of a pen.

Being a first, I am thrilled to have a working hand with no pain and full control. However, it’s been 2 months since I last touched pen to paper.

I need to retrain myself.

Frontal

American Illustrator, Architecture, Art, artist, Autumn, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Bourbon, Chairs, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, drawing, Expressionism, fabric, Fall Colors, Frontal, Full Frontal, Kentucky Bourbon, kunst-papier, kunst-papier sketchbooks, Love of the Line, Outdoor Furniture, Sunset

frontal

This evening was perfect with sun somewhat muted – the air almost crisp. Somewhere between now and 3 weeks from today, Fall will rise, leaving Summer’s discomfort.

The furniture on my front porch was not taken advantage of this year, and I wanted one last shot. After sketching, I came in, poured a bourbon and painted.

A perfect end for a fading day. A chair and cushion.

Whispered kisses and memories

Backyard Bushes, Burning Bush, Dogwood, drawing, dreams, Expressionism, Flowers, Friendship, Illustration, Spring Plants

flowering bush

Misty river flows along an ankle and feels of falling,

of blue jays swirling and whispered kisses and memories,

hushed quiet.

Flight my feathers of floating trails, among the leaves who fall.

Give me wind and vivid dreams tonight.

Infuse my memories.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

Fewer lines calling home

12-step, 1960s, Addiction, beat poetry, Cigarettes, Communism, Expressionism, Illustration, line art, Poetry, portrait, selfie, Street

me

Yup, fewer lines seems to be my calling at the moment. I’ll go with it until the “call of the line” brings me home.

There does seem to be a little “street” in me.

Twinkles of stars

Depression, dreams, emotional/behavioral room, Expressionism, Illustration, Isolation, nature, pefection, Pen and Ink, pencil drawing, Self Portrait, selfie, Teaching

crap day

We turn around and find pinholes,

water streams of light,

from stars

who swallowed

and took our lives.

With sounds of snorts

and whiskered,

bully throats.

Whose heart

am I searching,

in this season of

hello goodbyes?

We look

upon them long

into night,

such twinkles,

of stars

that stole our loves –

their sweet

tender smiles.

Give back our dreamers.

Lend to us more – for years

into years.

(written in 2012) (sketched today)