Ozzy

American Illustrator, Art, artist, Australian Blue Heeler, Australian Cattle Dog, Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Dog Love, Dog Portrait, Dog Training, Ozzy Osbourne


This is Ozzy and has been with me since he was 7-weeks old. As a Blue Heeler, his job is never done and has more energy than the sun. In fact, I am not certain if he actually sleeps, but my wife has observed him with eyes closed.

There is an intelligence with his breed that most dogs never reach, which makes training him a task. In fact, I can’t. The vet says, “all really intelligent dogs are difficult”.

Oh yeah. He’s difficult. He reminds me of me.

My dear friend

American Illustrator, Art, artist, Artist's Hands, Australian Blue Heeer, Australian Blue Heeler, Australian Cattle Dog, Australian Cattledog, Azoulay, Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Companionship, dog, Dogs, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, Friendship, pets, Sculpture

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Ozzy is my dear friend. He came along when I needed companionship and distraction, when my job was eliminated in 2009.

He is a pain in the ass.

For ozzy

Australian Blue Heeler, Australian Cattledog, dog, Love, Pet Dog

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Sweet Dreams

We climb to the stars baby –

the stars’ ladder.

We are those stars of charts

and meanderings through

the crystal skies,

the jet-plane paths and

blue oxygen.

How far I climb is up to me,

but all I see in front are

paths and forks,

with shiny points –

pinned points.

Behind is my death of things

that memory won’t serve,

that flamed out until

sterling snaps and rustles –

left to burn.

Dearest, the imaginarium calls wild.

Do you hear?

It is sharp and planed,

existence defined by us  –

the skaters who climb our

stars and our ladders, reaching

longitudes, more or less

defined by us.

We draw our breaths

and heave our chests.

Do we breathe?

Do we blow?

We snap our fingers

like little flickers.

Beat of our dreams, sweet thoughts –

dearest hopes.

Pay no attention to the Blue Heeler next to my naked foot

Australia, Blue Heeler, Feet, Nudity

Don’t be distracted by the foot. The Blue Heeler is still, he is sleeping and dreaming. What a relief for the evening.

If you know Blue Heelers, you know the definition of action. He never rests; never. As a matter of fact, not even my naked foot distracts him. He is one of a kind.

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