Hippie Singleton Art, Peace~Let it Shine

Peace, Let it Shine
(C) Singleton 2009


Sunrain....
the light early morning
glitter of a lazy
sun
stretching...
her wispy golden arms
reaching,
blonde locks cascading upward,
caught in the sudden
static electricity of a new day...

Peace rises...
And while the night
rolls over,
covers his head
with the thick
warm blanket of yesterday,
I salute the sun

and embrace the second chance
today brings...

Original hippie mandala, a tribute to the Sun and the power of hope....Colored markers, pencils, sharpie on archival heavy weight paper. Drawn, colored and collaged onto a vintage vinyl LP...The Doors~Waiting for the Sun. 12 inches across, 12 inches high

Self Portrait in the Waves, Singleton Hippie Art

Self Portrait
in the Waves
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Tumbling
face first,
knees scraping,
drowning in ice cold foam,
green beer bottles
everywhere...

and then the Sun...
Upside down
and warm,
just a little deeper...
past the cold acqua skies...

and it's raining somewhere,
I'm drenched....

Floating....
to the bottom....
ribbons of fluorescent seawood
tangling in my hair,
spaghetti soft...and dancing...

Until
my chin scrapes the sand...
and blue toes scrunch into
the soggy face of a drunken sunset
and push...

Up, up, up...

"Don't breathe until you hear the waves"....

A psychedelic memory on 9 x 12 cold press watercolor paper....I've almost drowned a gazillion times....in water, love, Michelob lights, Friday nights, debt, the dark dark places of my mind...and everytime, on Angel's wings....I've pushed off from the bottom...
Clink! To now, and next time, and the ageless reflection of the hippie at the bottom....dancing until it's time to come up for air...

Prayers for Pixies, Singleton Hippie Art

Prayers for Pixies
(c) Singleton 2009
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I heard the morning breeze
crinkle
like sheets blowing in the wind,
and the sun raised her spindly arms up
over her head and stretched....
lazy,but ready to touch the sky....


And there she was...
Hidden in the kudzu vines and the fallen oaks,
Wide eyed and cheeks flushed with blueberry blush...
the little woodland pixie
I always knew existed,
but perhaps only in my heart.


She stared at me ,
and held her place,
crouched amongst the wet leaves...


And I smiled at her....
in her tattered dress,
remnants of black fishnet hose
that disappeared in the night...


And she whispered to me....
barely above a breath..


"Peace".....


8 1/2 by 11 colored pencils, markers, ink on paper reclaimed from another day. May we all believe in the little hippie spirit, the hidden whimsy of accidental peace, the secret to stirring up the every day mundane and making magic out of nothing.

Little White Lies, Singleton Hippie Art

Little White Lies
(c) Singleton 2009
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Standing over me
like an aging rock star,
wearing his crystal blue eyes like
bling...
he muttered
"Silly little girl
with all your peace~love hoo~hah,
who do you think believes you?"

And I never lifted my head,
never let go of the colors,
the lines,
the flow...
Never let go of the spirit...

"I do"....

Drawn on reclaimed cardstock....colored markers, pencils, ink, peace, love, and yesterday.