Fence

Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, oak-leaf, Oakleaf hydrangea, Pen and Ink Illustration, Pencil and Pen Drawing, pencil drawing, Perspective Drawing, Poetry

spring

With oak-leaf patterns and browns mixed from Fall, my fence recedes until next year. It will soak the rain and shield from the alley.

Within my yard, Spring will find its way back again.

High noon at the cafe

Cafe Espresso, Captain Picard, Pencil and Pen Drawing, Quick Sketch

glass

Imagine little time to sketch, but long on desire. That’s what I had to work with.

Love it!

I sketched fast, smart and with dispatch as Captain Picard would have said.

Interpretation

Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Flowers, Romanian Photographer, Sensual

sensual copy

Thank you Alina (http://alinastamboala.com) for the inspiration to follow my line. Your image is sensual. (http://alinastamboala.com/2016/01/31/fragility/)

One pill

Art, artist, Artist's Hands, Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Cafe, Cafe Sketches, cafe sketching, coffee cup, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor

1 pill

I kept hearing Grace Slick in the furthest reaches of my background memories. It was a nice sensation and wished the cafe had a sentiment, a timeline for everyone.

What to do this winter, what to investigate; I accept a linear challenge. If sleep never arrives, I will have enjoyed too many cups and full-loaded Micron.

Snowball hands or will climate change give me a tan?

After the line

1960s, Adoption, America, American Illustrator, Art, art, artist, Artist's Hands, Badass Artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Bondage, Cafe Sketches, cafe sketching, Caffe Classico Louisville, Coffee, coffee cup, Coffee Shop, Halloween

retouch me

… came the form, came the thrill, came the life.

Crisp brown

Allen Ginsberg, Artist's Hands, Autumn, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, drawing, dreams, Fall Leaves, Hand Made Paper, Sculpture, Sculptured Sketch, Self Portrait, selfie, Selfies

COOL

The wind is stirring my dirt, with rain and scents in crisped and brown. You are here, time wound, now sprung. Floating delivery, you brought me here.

Stab

America, American Illustrator, anger, Art, artist, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, BD Room, death, Dr. Ph. Martin's Radiant Concentrated Watercolor, Murder, Self Portrait, selfie, Selfies, Stab, Stabbing

IMG_1584 copy

Let’s imagine a student in class today who said, “I am going to stab you in your head and then shit and pee on your grave”, and me saying “OK”.

What else could I say?

The kid was angry and lost it for about 2 hours. It’s difficult not to fall into the trap, feel threatened and angry with a 10-year-old. However, I don’t, never will and kept my senses clear.

This painting is what I felt, what I knew could have happened. Another time. Another place.