Trial Balloon

Alley Flowers, artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Day Lilly, Michael Ehrhardt

After looking at some of Michael Ehrhardt’s work this week, I became inspired. He is an accomplished and prolific German artist, who works in acrylics.

He is masterful.

My artwork defines itself lately by scribing my thoughts in pen, and wanted to give something new a try. I wanted to share the punctuation of line, with an inappropriate/inconsistent/landscape-like background.

I like and may integrate more into my work. Thank you for the inspiration.

 

Industrial design

artist, Cafe, Restaurant Coffee Grinder

While waiting to eat lunch with my friend Kathy and family; I started sketching. Near, was an industrial coffee grinder that looked cast out of the hardest metals. The shapes were formed, banged and screwed.

Of course I had to start a drawing. However, everyone came and I couldn’t finalize what I saw.

Late today, I started to look at it and decide if it was worth putting more ink on paper.

Glad I did.

Moto mojo

1950a, 1960s, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Coffee Shot, Harley Davidson Patriot, Motorcycle Knockoff, Urban Rider

Hey, why not ride a motorcycle that looks like it was designed in the 40s. More so, put a ridiculous stereo on it, an American flag to show you are “a real American” and then strip.

Strip all common sense for your safety and the safety of your partner. After all, you ride a Japanese knockoff of some other famous brand. You know the one, the motorcycle that will soon use Europe as a more reasonable method of manufacturing. But you are one with the air and the road.

Fly on little wing, ride on.

 

 

 

 

 

Gut punched coffee

black coffee, Desert Mojo, Gut punched coffee, julius meinl coffee, line art

I am drawing circles hoping to find my rhythm; the mojo queen in my creative desert. It’s no fun to feel abandoned and thirsty.

Drinking gut punched coffee and getting dirty, does the trick. The feeling that your guts are quenched in browns and steam.

Born again Fascist

Fascism, Fascists, Immigrants, Nazi Germany, Trump

Born again fascists are the rage in my country. If someone can be dehumanized, our cheerleader-in-chief leads the way. His tweets blanket the media, giving freedom of speech and press a nauseated bellyache of bile.

Today, Donald Trump has summoned the best of the best. Calling immigrants (southern border) an infestation is pure, born again; Hitler. I don’t think I could exaggerate this point.

Trump is an ugly, despicable person. He is certainly not a human being in the truest sense, and found how easily his eyes mated with Adolf’s.

In fact, it was too easy. Photoshop, my friend.