Depth of despair

American Illustrator, Barry Comer Artist, Depth, Schoolbooks

 

I can’t find anything on my shelves because they grab, prod and remind. They are constantly reminding me of Leonard Cohen biographies, poetry, PMS charts and a few schoolbooks.

I am reminded how heartbroken I can be and feel loss more acutely. When something means more and more, then discover it is lost; it hurts.

There is a fear in the depth of despair.

 

Time drips down and down

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part-of-me

Abbreviated love this afternoon,

until light strikes clouds

and hours roar near.

I think it often while extending

moments and ticks, until my sun

who shimmers; circles along

my chest.

Happy is the word and content for

hands; that touched and stroked.

The silence after, beats loud

in song, as she whispers

words that penetrate.

Nothing more for now.

Nothing need be carved to

time and beats.

My body floats

among the waves and

time drips down

and down.

2012 Barry Comer

Antigona

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Antigona

This is a very casual acquaintance from a cafe I frequent. She loves it and feel, that my work has been done for the day.

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/)

Missed reservation

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il cing heure

If you have ever been to Paris, you know how ubiquitous café chairs, tables and people dining are. It is part of a daily routine and one I could easily adopt here. Somehow, the noises from the street and pollution never reach my table and cup of coffee.

It is a magic trick only the French know.

All day, I wondered how my favorite cafés and streets felt. The more I thought, the more angry I became. It took all morning to find peace in my heart and find a realization within. Only I can change my reality and how I felt. Anger does nothing but breed more anger.

I have chosen to feel only hope and love for my friends who live in and around the city. After all, a city is nothing without inhabitants. When I think of Paris, I think of them, their voices and laughter.

There is a song I love by Jacques Dutronc. It is called Il eat cinq heures, Paris s’eveille. It is Paris. Be safe Aline, André, your parents and sisters, Merlin and your parents, all my friends in La Fontenay sous Bois and Paris.

 

 

Ageless marmalade skies

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birthday

Yesterday was John Lennon’s birthday. He would have been 75, which seems impossible because both he and The Beatles feel ageless. The scent of new releases all on vinyl, is imprinted not only throughout my life experiences, but tinctured in olfactory memory. The power of youth and growing older, would be impossible to paint without his lyrics, politics and passions.

Having been of age to be drafted, his efforts along with others, helped end the senseless war in Vietnam. He helped save me and gave anthems to march, to walk and to make love; not war.

I asked a server over coffee today, if Lennon was relevant to her. Sadly and unpredictably, the 20 something said no. I had heard of many people several years younger, who think he and The Beatles are as important today, if not more.

I hope this is true.

Lennon with partners, illustrated my youth and who I am today. He will always be Mr. Kite, Marmalade Skies and Revolution.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AVWJzHvhFE

 

Gave myself a quickie

American Illustrator, Barry Comer, Barry Comer Artist, beat poetry, black, Handmade Paper, line art, Quickie, Self Portrait, selfie

ME

Uh huh.

Thank you Rebecca (http://www.thepaintedpear.com) for inspiring me to try something just with line and form. After looking at your site today, I definitely grew hungry to do a selfie with a more accurate interpretation of self. Of course accurate and interpretation may not balance to all, but to me they are inclusive and as real as it gets.

Anyway, no color necessary and a welcome adventure into the black, using my handmade paper. Yes, it was a quickie for me.

A couple of hours ain’t nothing.

 

See

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pepper plate

But the colors are not accurate.

See!

I don’t give a rat’s ass. The colors are exactly as intended and could have  painted realistically, if I wanted.

Dancing in the alley

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alleyflower

Early in the morning, flowers dance in the alleys and know the sun is coming. It is toward their end this year. They know it, I know it and my dog knows its.

As usual, we are walking with somewhat different priorities. However, Ozzy (Australian Cattle Dog) knows that I like to sketch as much as he well… whatever he does and thinks. One thing is certain, the scents are attractive to both of us.

This is my second painting in my birthday book of handmade paper. It certainly slows me down, but it yields great fortunes and merry discovery. Each shadow I see reveals its own dimension. Do you see the pages and how they reveal themselves at the bottom?