Showing posts with label Self portrait of a hippie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Self portrait of a hippie. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Girl Who Waited in the Rain, Singleton Hippie Art

The Girl who waited in the Rain
(c) Singleton, Hippie Art and Words 2010

"It was a tattered rain,
a raggedy Ann and Andy kinda sky,
giant blobs of stuffing,
soaked,
drenched,
like cotton balls from a Doctor's office,
landing at my feet...

And I stood in the puddle
and waited...
Dirty rain bouncing upside down and splashing up my legs...

He never showed up.

But the dragonflies did...."

Words and Artwork (C) Singleton 2010 11 x 15" Original on heavyweight coldpress watercolor paper. Watercolors, markers, sharpies. Painted on a afternoon of peace, sprinkled with memories.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Has anyone seen my Aura? Singleton Hippie Art, The Self Portrait




Has anyone seen My Aura?
Singleton Hippie Art (c) 2010
Self portrait of this hippie on an Empty Day
.
.
Sirens wailing slowly,
into the wind
like lazy smoke...
the sounds of the beginning
or
Very End
of a parade....
.
I sit like an old woman
crouched on the edge of the sidewalk
and pretend I'm watching the colors,
the hope floats,
the baby ballerinas,
the scary Boo-Ya! clowns
pass by.
.
Candies land at my feet,
Snap! Pop!
Tiny little gunpowder filled trinkets...
sweets...
sours...
Things that melt in your mouth.
Things that make you jump.
.
And I lean forward,
stretch my fingers out
to just barely touch,
scooch,
inch
the tiny colored wrappers
close enough to taste
but I'm just pretending...
.
And there's nothing really there at all."
.
.
Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2010
Watercolors, sharpies, colored markers, pencils on an Empty Day

Friday, July 24, 2009

Singleton Hippie Art, I'm Feeling Blue



I'm Feeling Blue
(c) Singleton 2009
SOLD

Ticker tape words blah-blah-blahing...
like chicken scratch...
the over and over and over again
hum drum sound of
everyday noise
made out to be something
Carnivalesque
and Grand....

I'm bored with it all...
and feeling blue...

Sharpie and colored pencils scribbled on the first page I opened in "Dancing on my Grave".... torn out and scribbled in a moment of blues....

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Preachin' to the Sky, Singleton hippie art 2008

Preachin' to the Sky
(c) Singleton 2008

It's 2 A.M.
and we're building
bonfires of beer bottles,
crackling, snapping,
breaking
in a pick-up stick pile,
amber
disco lights
under yesterday's moon.

In the morning
you won't remember
the perfect sequence
of the stories,
the way we played
hokie-pokie
with
the fire....
the spells
the magpie fairies cast...
but you'll smile....

And I'll keep preachin' to the sky....