Monday, September 18, 2006

Sorry, Wrong Number , Singleton 2006, Outsider Art


Sorry, wrong number...
I'll try again

(c) Singleton 2006

SOLD

Accidents happen.
And sometimes they're wonderful.
You tumble backwards,
feet slipping off the curb,
and plow head on into fate...
we magically tumble into what was never meant to be,
mistakenly thinking
this is it.
Love.

And then it hits you.



9 comments:

Donna said...

Have you been through ALL this?Good Lord, you draw for all women, for everything we have EVER been through, hopefully, for you, these are not all self portraits and if they are, you are STRONG!

IProbablyHaveAConcussion said...

So, when I ran into the pole that sent me reeling into the double-doors that I thought opened in, when they really opened out, which created an egg, larger than an ostrichs', on my left temple, it was all part of what the scheme of things that kept me from walking out of work on time, which in turn kept me from getting rear-ended on my way home!?
I can totally beleive that...why else would I have been running, especially at work?

SAS said...

Dear Concussion....
You ran at work....
Because you could?:)

Anonymous said...

Dear SAS
You ran into love because you could?:)

SAS said...

because it was there

i wouldn't do it again said...

I would do it again

PEEKING PAUL said...

hey!

Stone Tosser said...

Your work resembles so many people I have encountered. I love it!

singleton said...

stone tosser,
they are the faces of everyone I have encountered also, reflected in, maybe, my own. Thank you for all your comments. Words are butterflies