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.

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.

 

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.