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.

 

Just a flimsy sheet of paper

Cash Register, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

It’s raining and all I have is a flimsy sheet of paper to wrinkle and bow. Plus, I lost or had stolen all my pens and pencils from my classroom.

This is what you do when the tools are in short supply and the weather keeps you in.

 

From shape to shape

Alive, American Illustrator, Art, Artist's Hands, Barry Comer, Coffee Dreams, Shapes, Toyota Camry

From shape to shape, the natural and machined, bend my eye. Nothing escapes the attraction of curve, fluid mass and void.

Even though imaginative color is applied by you, the beat of a hand touching paper goes on.

The artist never stops to admire a “perfect sketch”, because none exists.

Restless minds cave to desire.

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.