But the colors are not accurate.
I don’t give a rat’s ass. The colors are exactly as intended and could have painted realistically, if I wanted.
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.
Dr. Ph. Martin’s watercolors are the bomb. I just haven’t figured out how to use them successfully for me – until tonight. They are strong-willed, sometimes opaque and wonky to me. However, I love them and am determined to utilize this beautiful gift.
Because of their opacity, I asked myself if glass would be the perfect challenge. How do I paint, illustrate and keep the glass clear?
Having had a good experience balancing cups recently, I decided to try water glasses from the kitchen. Good?
Doing the dishes is my least favorite part about making dinner. As a matter of fact, I detest the hot water, random pieces of food in the drain and knowing I didn’t scrape perfectly.
However, the aftermath is something special. Because after the dishes and the silverware are cleaned, they can be illustrated using line and form.
What better way to enjoy dessert.
It was a great week for illustrating and for discovering new pathways of line and paint. Even if I didn’t post as much as usual, I learned a lot from my errors and false starts.
I used to hate wasting a page in my sketchbook, until I realized that my perceptions needed the adjustment. Paper comes cheap, lessons and honesty are harder to find.
Let ‘er rip Let ‘er rip Let ‘er rip.
93 humid degrees, but brave enough to walk Ozzy and let him do what dogs like to do. While waiting, I snatched some blossoms from behind someone’s fence.
They quickly became fodder for Ozzy and had to enact Plan B. In front of my house are several Hostas. They are blooming and actually very nice. Although more gentle than my portrayal, I marched on with a Prismacolor as a wet brush.
With the paper still wet, I outlined several areas with the Prismacolor. I like the results and see potential for future drawings. I am not sure why I chose to hold the pencil like a brush, but it felt natural and free.
Hair sweet movement – stops and starts
while breath fixing down, way down –
she hangs to life.
Oh, she sees no end in sight.
Poor baby lost in lust, an addiction to
white boys and servants.
This is final she kids him not.
No more, no less – just right.
A sweet serving and pass the salt.
Arms fixing hair while hands hang on.
Her breath greases grip.
She held tight.
This doesn’t mean much if
you weren’t there to see.
If you were and she was – colored
paper rang all the news.
She sees no end in sight, so
she left her grip.
She fell six inches deep.
2012 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015
Everybody rides the wave of time.
Some ride fast and others, perch slow.
All make book for the end of light, for the
ride of demise where day is left, unwritten.
Peaceful playground, my imagination, this
zoo of misfits who color my dreams and hue
Focus of clarity sees through my window
and history is made, but yet be blended; my time,
the time and my reality.
We ride the train, where merciful stories puff so slowly.
I guest with an owner, we write together, we share
the ingredients, our dreams.
Puff a wave, feel the sensation of melange
and fingers making beat to time, in me.
2012 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015
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