Before I walk my dog, a sketch for the road.
I have a friend who loves sunflowers and see them while walking my neighborhood with Ozzy. While his leg is in a perpetual state of lift, my eyes are always observing and wondering how to illustrate.
They are in my mind’s eye.
They are tall, don’t think they have a scent and, complicated. Next time, I will concentrate on the intricate center, the heart of the beast. I may try a gouache for a more opaque, graphic background.
Make little dimples in the air,
the ones you drew in water, the currents –
the sounding of the horns; the hunt.
The leaves flow down, they pause for breath –
and the source of beat, the sound of heat,
the blemished skin.
Take care en route, spattered signs – windblown,
yielding – cold, cold, cold.
Twirl up and receive submission, the guide, the
snort and diem.
2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015
Earlier today, I promised to sketch a friend of mine’s daughter. She is strong, fit and lovely.
However, she is also not the person in this image.
When I can’t get a handle on features that make the person, I revert to little bits of me. After all, I know myself better than anyone.