The Conversation Chair, Singleton Hippie Art

Sometimes,
you just need to be still.
Very, very still.

And pray for peace.

Recycled chair splattered with simple thoughts from peaceful times. Artwork © Singleton.  Ready for Display at Deland Indie Market, November 29th, 2015, Artisan Alley. 

Touching Sirena, Singleton Hippie Art on hand drum

TOUCHING SIRENA
(c) Singleton
Hippie Art on Giant Gourd Hand Drum


"The dirty sands shifted,
ever so slightly,
and sunlight scattered through the darkness....
instant fireflies falling in the rheumy river....

She reached up and touched one....
two...
caught another...
building a candelabra
from the shattered rays
to light her way....
As
the currents crawled,
trickled, tripped,
snaked
through the woods....
running north, north east...
clinging to the thick earth,
sloshing past alligator eyes...
and banjos
until
Sirena,
swimming amongst the Manatee,
reached the salty sea.....
and the waters made brackish love to each other....

Here,
she became whole again...
The free spirited  Hippie Princess of the River,
and Mermaid of the Sea...
Sweet Sirena...
Mother of it all....

Words and Artwork (c) Copyright Singleton 2015

Be Cool  (Sounds like Karma) and please don't reproduce this Old Hippie's Artwork without express permission and licensing. 

Over My Blue Moon, Singleton Hippie Art

Over My Blue Moon
Singleton Hippie Art

I looked over your shoulder,

past your drunken rheumy brown eyes and
into the deep sea of the night time sky....

and there...
just over the Tip~toe Tree,

I saw it beginning to show,
to glow,
to grow....

The First Full Moon....
The Sturgeon Moon....

so Bright and incandescent and foolish
that it wore a petticoat of Goldshine
as it teeterd in the sky,
as wobbly on the skyline as you were on cheap wine and all my stories.....

And we laughed...

And embraced the wildness of our first full moon,
the one before the meteor showers.....
the one before the Blue, Blue Moon of Once Upon a Time...



Artwork and words (c) Singleton 2012

Created with peace, love, and a hangover....on the morning after the stars fell at the feet of the first full moon.....

Imagine, Singleton Hippie Art Original

IMAGINE
(C) Singleton
A Hippe Art Box of Thoughts....

I reached down and scooped up
tiny abandoned periwinkle shells,
the colors of pastel rainbows,
and buried them deep into my pockets....
Seaweed, a deep forest green,
wrapped itself around my ankles,
an impromptu braided bracelet from the tides....
And
I knew
I was in Love again....
With all my forgotten Dreams,
my lost imagination......

And I knew then,
that
I would Dance again"

Sometimes it's all we Need, Singleton Hippie Art

Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2009

I woke up this morning

to the cool

quiet

damp sounds of a new day

stretching

stewing

lazily nudging me hello...

And in the distance,

a sun rising

to remind me...

Sometimes,

all we need

is Love

A little hippie peace~love for you, 5 x 7 doodles of markers, colored pencils, ink

Love Now

SOLD


I sing...
Ten thousand
sweet nothings
never whispered in your ear....
And time has wings...

Say it now....
In sidewalk chalk colors....
LOVE.....

Over and Over Again...

LOVE...

Love may last forever, but these moments do not
They keep coming and going, each one faster than the one before
ten til two in the morning, two past ten at night
I Love You
so while the world around me lays asleep
I creep out into the street
scribbling,
with my chin on my knees
chalk in my fingers
and you in my heart

...Love

Catch and Release, Singleton Hippie Art

Catch and Release
The Peace
(c) Singleton 2008











"There at the bottom of it all,
I scrunched my toes
deep into the sand
and held on for
a never~ever again
forever...

waiting to breathe....

To be lifted up again...

To see the sun....

And then....

I felt the tiniest thread
of change...
black waters turning tepid blue,
champagne chilled
and full of
life...

And I remembered...
what I needed to share....

Peace...."

Watercolors, food coloring, shaving cream, ink, colored markers and pencils on 11 by 11 recycled cardstock.

The Girl with the Peace Tattoo, Singleton Hippie Art

The Girl with the Peace Tattoo
(C) Singleton 2008

She was there
in the crowd,
Leon Russell on the stage,
a barefooted ballerina
flitting over mud puddles
and ice chests,
totally free...

And behind the pink
cloak of yesterday,
she still dances...

and every now and then...
someone notices
the tattoo....

Sometimes you have to go back,
to get it right. 8 1/2 by 11 on cardstock. Colored pencils, ink, markers, Michelobs, peace and love. I was a hippie then. And I thought I was an artist. But nobody put the two of them together...

Find your Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

Find Your Peace
(c) Singleton 2008

It's there,
in the shards of
yesterday,
tomorrow,
now...
the little broken pieces
of what was once
Fiesta Ware....

The colors of peace,
fleeting fragments...

Find 'em....
Grab 'em....
Glue them back together...
String 'em from the sky...
Chaos is the canvas...
Color it with peace...

Watercolors, marker, ink, peace and love
(c) Singleton 2008

Peace, Love, The Dream...Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

Peace, Love, The Dream

(c) Singleton 2008

SOLD

.

Tangled in Sunday sheets,

I stretched,

tossed,

let the Sun sprinkle pixie dust in my eyes

and woo

me back to sleep....

.

Cold, summer sleep...

And we we're dancing...

heads thrown back in laughter,

everyone else wrapped around their partners,

swooning,

but we were laughing...

.

And it was the Peace,

tattered little sticks and strings,

woven,

matted,

braided together

that

made them stare at us....

.

Love is like that....

.

Even in my dreams....

.

Watercolors, markers, ink on recycled paper

One Peace, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

One Peace
(c) Singleton 2008

He rifled through the
glove box,
paper cups, scratched CD's
and registrations to six cars back,
thumbing for something,
anything,
to put his fingers on,
that said yesterday
"I loved".....

The sky changed into a
thousand gowns,
dripping with jewels
and then suddenly,
barren blue...
almost black...
and he grasped at nothing....
laughterless...

And remembered.....

The one peace he had laid to rest....

Freedom.....
the yesterday that said
"I love you"....

Say the words, Feel the love, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Say the words,
Feel The Love
(C) Singleton 2008

Bamboo wind chimes
clunking,
bunking
drumming in a
Friday night breeze,
bohemian music
for peace....

And
I'm
giddy
from
the accidental high,
hungover in the morning
from
lightheaded laughing
and twirling in the dark,
from chasing fireflies
and barflies,
playing hide-n-go seek,
peek~a~boo, baby,
and
"Name that song".....

Friday's are for dancin'.....
And feelin' the love....

"Just give me Peace" she said, Singleton, Hippie Art

"Just Give Me Peace" she said....
(c) Singleton 2008

Over and over again,
a mantra,
a record grooving, grinding
grating,
on the same old words
makin' music
outa
vinyl dreams.

She dances in the dark,
in the early mornin'
peace,
makin' love to the
new day,
gifted,
free.....
scribblin' love letters to the past,
stone washed,
torn,
and raveled.....

but,
it's all the same....
a mantra,
a record,
grooving, grinding, grating
on the same old words....

"Just give me peace" she said....

And in the wind,
she heard him say
"Amen"

Colored pencils, markers, and Ink on cardstock. (c) 2008 Singleton.

Pixies for Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

Pixies for Peace
(c) Singleton 2008
Featured here now


I twirl my hair...
fingertips twyning,
macrame'ing
braiding
twisting
a cobweb of
yellow,
golden,
peace ~love for free,
casting
shadows on your dashboard...
christmas tinsel
scattered everywhere...
the tell-tale signs I've been here....



I fold tin foil,
roll it,
coil it
into sudden snakes,
1000 peace signs,
and suspend them
in
mid~air flight,
on broken branches,
graffitied stop signs,
broken bottle necks....



And in the glimmer,
the simmer,
the aftermath,
I watch you,
in make~believe...

smiling.....

Original and Singleton Hippie Art Prints Available now

When Pixies make Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

When Pixies make Peace
(c) Singleton 2008
On Parade Soon

I wadded it all up,
the burnt orange sunflowered sheets,
the sandy cat hair littered kitchen floor,
the margarita glasses with the peeling
paint that
kissed your lips,
left salty tattoos
on your chin,
your smile,
floating on the rim.

I packed it all up
and scooped it into yesterday,
an overstuffed pillow
tossed carelessly on the floor.

And in this pixie-ixie land I
live in.....

I can't wait to have a pillow fight.....

To bonk you in the head with
all your
"hey, I've got an idea"s
and your barbie doll suitcases stuffed to
the brim,
to take you out at the knees
with all the "could've beens" and
"should've beens"
and
then

collapse
in a heap,

carelessly tossed on the floor....

laughing.....

I've known you forever, Singleton 2008 outsider hippie art

I've known you forever
(C) Singleton 2008
Private Collection

I met an angel
by fate
or happenchance.
sitting out a dance
on the sidewalk of these pages,
and he whispered
to my soul,
in his raspy
yesterday voice,
with old words
in an old language,
the one word I've
waited to hear.....
Eternity.....

And I knew then,
what I had to whisper back.......

Peace.......

Hippie Journal available now

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.....

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

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

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