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....
Sunday, April 29, 2007
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
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
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
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