Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Tink you, baby, Singleton 2007 Outsider Hippie Art

Tink you, Baby!
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

Catch me if you can,
a butterfly parade in the wet morning grass,
yellow and mellow, dancing in pinstriped socks,
in the face of graffiti splashed on a rickety
fence,
an underpass,
a concrete wall....
"She was here"......

In Christmas tinsel,
spider web strings,
silvery summer rain,
the last strand, the next strand, the lost strand
of long blonde hair......

Catch me if you can,
in the words of a song,
that song, this one,
your song, mine....
Every song ever written.....

In the cusp of the moon,
Martini side up,
a barefooted shadow
three dunes away

At a red light,
that grabs you,
that forgets to turn green....
Under your tires,
gravel that spits.....
that crunches and
calls my name.....

In a popsicle melting
coffee with cream
in cowboy boots
from a Johnny Cash dream...

Catch me, if you can.....


8 1/2 by 11 on Cardstock, Colored markers, pencils, ink and pixie dust

Sunday, December 23, 2007

And there will be peace, Singleton 2007 Outsider hippie art

And there will be Peace
(c) Singleton 2007

The hawk hovered
gliding/slicing
papercutting the sky
into a zillion little
pieces of
baby blue
indigo blue
forgotten blue
confetti
raining
falling
crashing
down

Into the moonlit and henna dirty
mudpuddle

And I watched my reflection there....
waiting....

On the sky to sink
a thousand 501 blues
in jagged little pieces
to the very bottom,
heavy
and fading...

And for the sun to rise....
to reach with her long dangly arms
and pluck
blue diamonds from
the earth,
quilt them together into the satin sheeted sky
of a new day,
my day,
this day.....

waiting for the winds to blow....

Colored pencils, markers, ink and all that hoo~hah on 81/2 by 11 card stock

Sunday, December 09, 2007

All I want for Christmas, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

All I want for Christmas
(c) Singleton 2007
She whispered to
the wind,
who always listens,
to the painted fence,
a wooden confidant,
the bouganvilla,
with it's drunken
blooms,
cups filled overflowing,
moonshine for the souls
of butterflies...

"All I want for Christmas,
are trinket twigs
to build this nest,
this next,
this everything to come,
and stones
to line the
skipping path,
to
rock and roll
me home....

All I want for Christmas
is a little
taste of peace....
a little
moonshine
for my soul....

And the butterfly
answered,
by tipping his cup,
and spilling
glittered wine
in the wind.....

Colored pencils, markers, ink and accidental cat hair on 8 1/2 by 11 cardstock

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Superstitions, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Superstitions
(c) Singleton 2007

She knelt...
The girl with the
silver spoon,
bent and
rusted
scraped
on the sidewalk
from scavenging
food for the soul,
and
placed her hands,
palms down
on the cool
wet earth
to feel it's heartbeat.

And she heard
the trains,
one thousand faces in
the windows
going nowhere,
and the bottom of the ocean,
ten million miles
of
fairytale life
floating,
and
the sound of
color,
never heard by anyone before...

She was the gift.....

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Butterfly Bride, Singleton 2007 Outsider Hippie Art

Butterfly Bride
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

You rocked her
you rolled her
you spun her in the sand,
taboo
coquina cocoon
and captured her,
keepsake treasure,
a day in the park...

She said "I do"
and "I will"
and "I am"
and "forever"

but she was
talking to the wind
and you weren't listening,
butterflies
are free.....

in case you didn't notice....

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Glass Soul, Singleton2007 Outsider Hippie Art

Glass Soul
(c) Singleton 2007

SOLD

She rose
and
came
spillowing back
in smoke rings
and butterfly trails
the sounds of
bottles clinking
water
splashed
wine uncorked.

And he knew
her instantly,
Her voice
a blues harp in the wind,
beckoning
reckoning
tugging on
his 9 to 5
whispering
in barely breaths
on his night time
dreamless neck.

And he knew
she knew.....

Monday, November 19, 2007

You Know What They Say,Singleton, 2007 outsider art

You Know What They Say
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

I believe in
yellow butterflies
and little white lies
buried
in truths.

I believe
sidewalks cracked
are rivers wide
and waiting,
and tomorrow
is just another
fairytale,
another
quarter in the jukebox.

I believe if
you take my hand
I'll runaway

with you
or from you,
it doesn't really matter....

Friday, November 16, 2007

I wanna live, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art 2007

I Wanna Live.....
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

Hanging upside
down
batted
knotted wings
to the
indigo
leftover sky,
swaying,
waiting....
afraid of the light....

And now
in the yellow
incandescent
glow,
circling,
waiting for the morning....
draped in
borrowed wings
upright
higher
laughing......

gotta be free......

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Porcelin Doll, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

PORCELIN DOLL
(c) Singleton 2007

Silly man
wrapped in a Magic 8 ball
moment
pretending
asking
telling
twisting
the truth into some
psychic Cassadaga
whim....

You were
just playing
dolls....
in your secret house....

But, don't worry,
I'll never tell.....


Colored pencils, ink, and finally, new markers! on Tuesday night cardstock

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

I don't want, Singleton 2007, outsider art

I Don't Want
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

Your memories tied
up in
stack-me-up shrines
and
famous first lines,
the world's greatest love story
never told
taboo
and shame on you....

I just want peace
and a place to rest
my legs
my arms
my silly stories
my cowboy boots
on New Years.....

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Orange Crush, (c) Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

























ORANGE CRUSH
(c) Singleton 2007
Colored markers, ink, cardstock, tissue,glitter and all that hoo-hah on Sunday morning canvas

Monday, October 01, 2007

The Whisperer, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art


The Whisperer
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD


He didn't hear her coming
barefooted
after the airplane crashed
white noise
everywhere
and he didn't hear her going
banging his gears
eyes darting
on empty
highways
dodging
neon traffic cones,
dead witches rising
from the blacktop.

But in the quiet,
she whispers to him
and it all
comes
Mother Sun rising
back
a feather
dipped in
indigo henna ink
tattoed

And then he
remembers
what he
cant
forget

Sunday, September 23, 2007

The Marathon, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

The Marathon
(c) Singleton 2007


Collapsed
on the vinyl sea
belly to the sun
riveted to
the moment
I drift
eyes closed
and then open to
the rains
and remember
the running
faster and faster
out of breath
and time
and a
place to hide.

And
weightless
I tether myself to
a pretendy bendy kind of peace
and the trinkety tide
becomes
the wind
and pushes
me
closer
to the edge.

And
I wait
to be lifted......


Ink, colored markers, pencils, and peace on a found piece of cardboard too big to scan

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Telephone lines....Singleton 2007 Outsider Hippie Art, Just Give me Peace

TELEPHONE LINES
(c)Singleton 2007


I'm twirling the make believe
curly que cord in my hand,
my hair
tangled
and matted
and bed-headed after
hearing you breathe
sigh
pause.

And we hang up
in "say the words"
and
I don't even listen,
don't want to know,
don't even want to hear them again,
Just want to find
peace
in
remembering
And
whispering
the words like a chantra
I know you'll never forget

And I
don't want
to
wreck what I remember,
you remember,
we remember,
with what if's and could'ves and
unlimited minutes of
fairytales

In the early morning hours,
I welcome the dial tone......

Sunday, September 02, 2007

On the Fly, Singleton 2007 Outsider Art

ON THE FLY
(c) Singleton 2007

On the Himalaya
spinning,
holding on
to hands
rails
moments
noise

Riding
over and over again
on a
cardboard ticket stub
until we're spent

and the only
thing left
is an empty pocket
and the sultry
high
from
being on the fly


Colored markers, pencils, Ink, and all that hoo-hah on Card Stock

Friday, August 31, 2007

The Cast Iron Harlot, Singleton 2007 Outsider Hippie Art

THE CAST IRON HARLOT
Singleton 2007
SOLD


Neon signs
flying by,
blowing in the wind,
toppled over....
roadside crosses
blurred....
daring
us to
go faster
jump the bridge,
crash....

I woke up
with
popcorn in my hair...
and the dream,
nothing more
than
kool-aid stains,
dancing on the
white-white
of innocence
or
foolishness.

Faster, please....






Thursday, August 30, 2007

Chapter Book, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art


CHAPTER BOOK
(c) Singleton 2007


The pages are wet
Salt soaked
yellowed
and sun bleached
and
there's no ending
or beginning

Faceless people
with
sorry other stories
flip
through the words
taking what they want
and making up
dimestore drama
to fill the
void.

Fate or chance?
You wrote the book.

And the pages didn't really blow away...
you were
just chicken
and tore them out
to make it look that way...

No wonder you're getting lousy reviews.....


Markers, colored pencils, ink and all that hoo-hah on cardstock

Sunday, August 05, 2007

In Blue Mascara, Singleton 2007 Outsider Hippie Art

In Blue Mascara
(c) Singleton 2007

"I'll be mad"
I said.
And I'm sorry.

I don't want to rememeber your
flitting, flirting, buy-one-free-get-one-free
eyes that way,
swiping me with
stolen blinks.
Your lips
scrunching
in a knot,
thinking,
your smile,
pink kool-aid just below
your nose,
betwitched.

But I'm mad now,
and

I'm wearing
blue mascara....

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Fortune Teller, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

FORTUNE TELLER
(c) Singleton 2007

A carnival at the sea
alive
and
spinning
neon noise
and
all for free
fortunes and
cheap plush toys.....

But you don't see it,
standing there.
Dressed in your success
with life lines
parenthesis
on what once was your smile
and laugh lines
hidden in
your palm,
a souvenier token....
From the fortune teller...

Cheap little thrill rider.....

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Wasted, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

WASTED
(c) Singleton 2007

You didn't know
and you
couldn't think
and
it wouldn't have
mattered
if you
did.

You
were just
drifting,
collecting
Friday night beers
and quarters to
call home with.

And last call,
came way to soon
and
midnight lay
like a wet blanket
suffocating
pushing
you
under.

And you made your wish,
if I could have one wish...

"I just want you to love me"

and I laughed at the silly
face you made...

Wasted words, my sweet baby....
You should have wished for
peace...

I would have loved you anyway....

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Are you there?, Singleton 2007 outsider art, Bachman 2007 words

The Best of Times
Are You Still There?
Outsider Hippie Chick Art
Goodbyeblackandbluejeans

(C) Singleton 2007 Artwork
(C) Bachman 2007 Poetry

Black and
blue
jean goodbye;
golden she
on the rocks
technicolor glory
saving all the best
for first,
for last..
and between.



Are you out there,
yes, you
butterfly amplifier?

are you on the eleven?
say what?
say what again...

You know only one voice
and it's feeding you
every sweet rumor--

unique names for any
technicolor nightmare
that falls from heaven

It's just drama,
raining
You know her far too well
to let that story toll true
Because it's all poetry,
technicolor dreams
with your own subtitles

Black and blue clouds,
butterflies at eleven--exactly what you said
I remember:
before
she went to the beach
telling stories today
in shadows and light
and her own language
that I only know
a small part of..

she's at eleven,
twelve
and one......

the last,
the first,
the moment time
slips up,
straight up,
on the rocks,

call her name--listen
a wave crashing the sands
to millions of fine dreams;

mermaids
are called these things
as well

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Wet Paper, Singleton, 2007, outsider art

Wet Paper
Outsider Hippie Woman Artist
(c) Singleton 2007

She watches
with sultry
drug-store eyes
and feeds
you
every
line
she's
ever memorized from
the jacket of a
Harold Robbin's novel,
and you
go
there...

you
thought for
just a moment,
there was something so familiar
you had to touch
to have
to try to feel again.

But the flowers in her hair
are plastic
and her
words
are
dirty lipstick smudges
on
wet paper....

you're damaged now...

Sunday, July 08, 2007

And I'm pale now, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

And I'm pale,
now...
Outsider Hippie Artist Girl
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

In
the dream
I was
making charms
from
rattlesnake
bites,
collecting them
like bottlecaps,
souveniers
from
some
poisenous
venomness
place.

In the morning's heavy breath,
I shed my nightime skin,
crawl out from under the covers,
and find,
I'm an opaque,
albino colored
mess....

but the
marks are gone
and
I
saved the rattlers
to make
music with.....

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Three Hundred and Sixty Five, 2007, Singleton Outsider Art, Bachman words


THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
Artwork (c) Singleton 2007
Poetry (c) Bachman 2007
every string of hats from dead cowboys
each face painted with a new life;
Some found that old Boot Hill
was all of the
three hundred and sixty five
one night stands...
Every dead cowboy met his match
on that one night
he stood up to you;
my stranger




how many hats do you own? do you wear?
how many six shooters?
three hundred sixty five
this year to the day

you shoot straight,
somewhere between the eyes
or in the the knees
sparing the heart
or or at least sparing the hat--
but always the hat,
so you can paint
it shades of your lifeblood mosaic
and all the many broken but useable
blues
that you learned to sing
when we were all too young
to know where dead cowboys
hang their hats
when its time to say goodnight
with a hope that they've found a home
for one last night



Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Gimme Peace, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

Gimme Peace
Outsider Hippie Female Art
(C) 2007 Singleton

SOLD



Just give me peace
and
you can keep
the change....
.

I'll float...
fudgesicle in a coffee cup...
.

melting....
.
.









Hippie Journals available now
Colored markers, ink, pencils and all that hoo-hah on a rainy day...8 1/2 by 11

Saturday, May 05, 2007

The Housekeeper, Singleton, Outsider Art 2007

THE HOUSEKEEPER
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
(c) Singleton 2007
She watches you
....with giant helicopter eyes
Tidy
little package,
secret little life..
neatly folded
laundry....
She dances
under the clothesline....
Between the billowing sheets...
And steals you blind......

Twig Spells, Singleton, Outsider Art

TWIG SPELL
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
(c) Singleton
SOLD

We went there,
laughing,
stumbling,
gathering twigs and rocks and shells...

And lost ourselves...

Wandering
deeper and
deeper into the woods....

Until the only way back
was to follow the
trail of broken
twigs and rocks and shells....

To build a cocoon
from the debris....

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Dirty, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

DIRTY
Outsider Hippie Woman Artist
(c) Singleton 2006

Your dirty little fingers are everywhere,
leaving fingerprints
where no man
has gone before.

But, don't be fooled,
they aren't tatoos
and
like a summer tan,
they fade....
blend....
become part of the past....

We need the beach....


Colored markers, pens, pencils and all that hoo-hah on cardstock, collaged on canvas....

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Unfinished, Outside Art, Singleton 2007 1990

UNFINISHED
PRIVATE COLLECTION
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
1990- 2007
(c) Singleton


There was no beginning
and so....
no end...



Colored markers, pens, deja vue and tissue...
paper collage on canvas....
A page ripped from the diary, tattered from the years....

And still....
Unfinished....

Click image to Enlarge

Monday, April 09, 2007

In the Deep Deep Sea..., Singleton, 2007, Outsider Art

In The Deep Deep Sea...
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
(c) Singleton 2007

SOLD

In the deep, deep sea
We played Russian Roulette,
and you gambled with fate...
stuffing your pockets with Christmas tinsel tokens...

If you could cash them in at the corner store,
you'd be a millionaire,
but it's the deep, deep sea...
and when we don't hold on to them for dear life,
they're pulled away....

by the clawing, scratching tide ...

Emptying your blue jeaned pockets...
splashing your soul ...
burying you...
face first
into the sand....

81/2 by 11 cardstock. Colored markers, pencils, pens, soul, and all that hoo hah

Saturday, March 31, 2007

The Pusher, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

The Pusher,
Outsider Hippie Woman Artwork

(c) Singleton 2007

SOLD

It's dark
and there's nothing.
I can't breathe,
but I hear butterflies panting, whispering...
and I know you're there...

Waiting....
With the fix.

I'm tainted now.
Torn.
Thorned.
Breathless.

And then it's dark again,
and there's nothing.

Nothing at all but the butterflies
panting, whispering, dancing in the dark.....

8 1/2 by 11 on cardstock. All that colored hoo hah

Saturday, March 24, 2007

In the Weeds....., Outsider Art, Singleton 2007

In the Weeds....
Outsider Hippie Woman Art

(c) Singleton 2007

SOLD

Tangled up in the sheets,
the stories,
your eyes...

Running knee high through
the weeds....
Dandelions brushing long legs

We laugh
And I fall asleep
with eyes wide open.....

kicking
at
the covers.....


81/2 by 11 on cardstock. Colored pencils, markers, pens and all that peaceful hoo hah...





Simply Saturday, outsider hippie art, Singleton 2007

(c) Singleton 2007
SIMPLY SATURDAY
Outsider Hippie Woman Art

SOLD

Tattered little wings
strung around my neck,
Feathered Trinkets falling to the ground....

Dancing in the dust
Dancing in the past
Dancing in the old

And it's all new
And I've never been here before
And never seen your face, your eyes, your smile...
Felt your breathe....

But it's the new love
that's the oldest.....

And I've missed you for a million years....

81/2 by 11 on Cardstock...Colored pencils, pens, markers and all that charm....

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Ring, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

THE RING
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

Imposssible...
This trinket...
accidently lost...
It's owner paying no mind...
When the salty fingers of fate
spider-danced up into the sand
and stole, quickly,
the glittered past...

Impossible...
This trinket...
tumbling slowly...
lazily...
in an oceanic womb
of safeness,
and then
Clink.....
Landing at my toes....

Pencils, ink, markers, my life and all that other hoo-hah on 8 1/2 by 11 cardstock...

Sunday, February 25, 2007

And I Can't Breathe, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

And I Can't Breathe...
Outsider Hippie Woman Artwork
(c) Singleton 2007

SOLD to the Keeper of My Stories

It's quicksand
and
we're running in place,
digging our toes in deeper,
drowning....

And I can't breathe,
There isn't any air...

The quicksand,
wet and thick and
somehow alive,
swallowing our footsteps...
erasing our past...
Making us impossible to find...

Colored Pencils, Markers, Ink and all that hoo-hah on 8 1/2 by 11 cardstock

Saturday, February 24, 2007

MARTINI MOON (c) Singleton Outsider Art 2007

Martini Moon
Outsider Woman Hippie Artwork
(C)2007, Singleton


I wasn't looking
So I can't look you in the eyes.

I have to sneak peeks,
So I'll remember
in the morning,
or maybe forever...
dancing
ever so slow
to The National Anthem

And it's so hot in here...
with Jimmy Page and Tina Turner
walls
holding up the sky...

But we laugh,
and
ever so slow,
under the blue martini moon...
I find your eyes

8 1/2 by 11 on Cardstock. Pencils, Markers, Ink and all that hoo hah.




Friday, February 23, 2007

Last Call, (c) 2007 Singleton, Outsider Art

Last Call
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2007

I'll stop...
for just a moment....
Scooch closer to hear your voice,
feel your smokey breath...

a butterfly ghost on my cheek...

"So...."
You'll say
And I'll dig my toes into the sand
And feel the dirty tide water
rising.

You pour your heart out...
"That's everything" you say...
And I'm wading in your after party,
treading through your stories....

In the deep, deep waters,
I blend...
Hold my breath
And hold my words....

Count to three...

And swim.....

8 1/2 by 11 Cardstock, Colored Markers, ink, pencils and all that hoo-hah

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Just Give Me Peace Dot Com

We have heard that if something is too easy, it's not worth having
Who really knows? But we're on the road to find out...

Please join us in the hippie parade...

Check out our new website underway
and follow our links there for some wonderful alternative artwork

peace, love, patience, perseverance & special thanks to the butterfly wings & lotus blossoms that help to give us flight...

Fly high, be free & just give me peace....I'll give it right back



Broken, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

Broken,
Outsider Woman Hippie Artwork
(c) Singleton 2007



Silly man,
I twined my life together
with old leather.

Ask any biker,
it only gets stronger...
Aged, it's silky patina
glides, slides, rides....

You think you broke the chain
with your charm,
but I'm floating,
Simply resting at the Seawall...
Treasure hunting
with my toes....


Saturday, February 10, 2007

Other Fish in the Sea, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

Other Fish In The Sea
(c) Singleton 2007
Outsider Woman Hippie Artist
SOLD

I see you.
Barely there..
A shadow
on the other side of
The filthy glass wall...

The water is so murky,
smokey,
polluted...
And my fingers
trace your face
And
touch you...

Your hand on mine...
In the deep deep water...

Break the glass

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

THE RED SHIRT, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

(c) Singleton 2007
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
The RED Shirt
SOLD



I see you
with your borrowed bar room eyes...
watching.
But you didn't count on
all those drinks...
Your spy slipping into
an early pity party,
elbows on the bar,
face falling gently
into the glittered shot...
And I waited.
Saved the last dance...
For the get-away.

81/2 by 11 cardstock, colored pencils, markers, ink, and all that hoo-hah late at night

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

DRIFTWOOD, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

Driftwood
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(C)2007 Singleton

The days are shorter now
And the long nights
interrupted by
chaotic dreams
give birth to
a quiet tide...
A weeping wave,
folding her soft salty arms
around her secret strength...
Regrouping...
gathering sandy treasures
to
toss lazily when the time is right.

Tink.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Dance of the Butterfly, Singleton, 2007 hippie art


Dance of the Butterfly
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
Singleton
© 2007,


SOLD



It's All Good.

You yank my chains,
pull my strings...
and I'm swirling, twirling
going low
on the dancefloor.
until the music stops...
long arms and legs tangled
in the moment~
suspended in silence.


But I fooled you.

I have butterfly wings,
Ever so translucent,
And I slip
Quietly from
your Friday night cocoon

Dance of the Butterfly ©2007, Singleton, SAS


Wednesday, January 10, 2007

That's Once, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

'That's Once,'
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
©2007 by Singleton

SOLD
TO A SWEET SOUL SISTER




























Monday, January 01, 2007

Please Parade Through the Pages of JustGiveMePeace

Happy New Years & Thank You for Visiting Our Little World.
Click on any photo to enlarge & click on 'comments' of any post to leave words of your own, which inspire in ways only imaginable.
My Hippie Sister Singleton has no education in art, but draws from life.
Hers, mine, maybe even yours.... pictures from her daily journal.
Like a diary, these pages record life, perspectives , experiences, thoughts, ideas and words....
Enjoy! ~Skinny

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