The Tinker Man Bells, Singleton Hippie Art Backpack

"I know where I'm going,
 I wander freely, and watch for little trip~me~ups along the way,
but it's the spirit of the Tinker Man,
with all his magic,
keeping a safe eye,
on

all behind me....

With His little bag of sticks and stones,
clickety clackity Karma,
he's there...
while I dance in the dirt,
laugh in the Moonshine,
Sing with the Serpents...
He's there
in the shadows
watching....

And I wander on...."

Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2012

A tea dyed cotton backpack embellished with a little hand painted peace~love patch and the All-seeing-eye, a Tribute to the Tinker Man....And the magic sound of bells in the wind:)

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.....

The Psychedelic Forest, Singleton and Singleton Hippie Flash Art

The Psychedelic Forest
(c) Singleton and Singleton

"We camped on the Banks of the River,

Nesting under a Full Moon that
rolled over into the morning ,
an open armed Sunrise....

Night eyes watched our every move,
listened to our laughter,
  windchimes in the dark,

and waited....
for our breathing
to fall into quiet rhythm with the water....

Waited for us to sleep.....

To dream.....


And then they danced around us....
Faeries and Things that go Boo! in the night....

Wild ones, and winged ones,
and Spirits from before....

Alive....
In the Psychedelic Forest......"



Words (c) Singleton
Artwork (c) Singleton and Singleton



9 x 12 Original on 140 lb Coldpress paper. This little baby is an awesome collaboration between myself and my son. Water colors, markers, ballpoint pen, colored pencils in a frenzy of style.

My Tribal Heart, Hippie Singleton, Spirit Shaker

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My Tribal Heart
Hippie Singleton, Spirit Shaker
"We went deep,
deeper into the woods
until the smell of the earth,
the dirt...
was as cool
and damp
and delicious
as
chocolate cake.....

until the sky was feather painted through a thousand
cracks in the canopy of green overhead...

And there we pitched our tents....
to Wait...."

Words and Works (c) Singleton

Made from the cured branches of a crepe myrtle, this little wish bone shaped shaker is adorned with a mighty collection of created, found and collected items....Meant to be cherished forever...to be added to in bits and pieces ....And to be smiled on...when little trinkets fall off and join the party of happenstance wherever they land.....

The Psychedelic Promise, Singleton Hippie Art

The Psychedelic Promise
(c) Singleton 2012 word and Artwork

"I teetered...

quietly leaning into the white tunnel...
pretending I was only tripping....
and just before I crossed over
into the Peaceful arms of
the whiteness....

I remembered the colors....
the sounds,
the smells,
the laughter of Life
and I remembered I wasn't finished....

Not yet.....

And I fell back,
fell foward
to
the new now,
landing smack into the eye of the storm,
into the littered aftermath of the beginning,
and the quiet lull before the end still to come...

Fell quietly into your arms,
and
the psychedelic promise...."

111x 15" Psychedelic tribute to the Circle of Life:)  Watercolors, markers and peace and love....

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"

The Psychedelic Bird Nest, Singleton Hippie Art Original

The Psychedelic Bird Nest
(c) Singleton

Rafia Ribbon and spent matchsticks,
Remnants from an old tye dyed bedspread....
Tiny little fragmented moments gathered from the the leftovers of everyday living
and woven again
into a harbor....
of comfort.....
a place of Peace....
A nest of memories,
of make~overs,
and make~believes....

A resting place....

A beginning place...."

Singleton, Artwork and words.
Original Hippie Art Mandala, watercolored free hand on 11 x 15" 140lb cold press paper, and then sharpied in for detail.

Psychedelic Tidal Pool, Original Singleton Hippie Art

The Psychedelic Tidal Pool
(c) Singleton

She lay there,
belly down,
arms and long fingertips at one with the sand...

The gentle green bath water rolling over her,
splashing her in salty Peace.

It was almost low tide...
Almost the New Moon...
Almost time for her to move on...

To Dance in the deep, deep waters....

But for just another moment,
she lingered....

Daydreams are like that"

Words and Hippie Art (c) Singleton

Painted on a salty day at the Sea.....Peace is like that:)

Jimi in Peace, Singleton Hippie Art Original

Jimi In Peace
(c) Singleton 2012

"I was dreaming
in crazy colors,
star spangled glorious colors,
and the music was
banging,
clanking,
clanging,
drifting,
and then....
everything was draped in Velvet,
heavy crushed velvet...
and
the Music was The Dream
...
Wild and wonderful....
Alive...

I saw him there...
behind the curtain...
behind the smokey haze....

And he was in Peace."

Singleton 2012

Watercolors, sharpies and markers on 11 x 15" Coldpress paper. A long time ago I hand sketched Jimi in Peace and my friend Jay, hand cut a stencil of that drawing... It's tattered now. Curled up on the edges. Old. This little poster was painted freehand with watercolors, and then I laid that little stencil baby down, and soaked it in watercolors, purple and blue hazy watercolors..... And it's a new dream:)

Peace Love Forever, Singleton and Son Original , Hippie and Flash Art United

Peace Love Forever
Singleton and Son
Hippie Flash Art Original








"Draped lazily over the bed in the Sunday Sun,
I painted him a thousand colors,
idled away the Sermon Times,
inking endless lines
up and down his arms,
powerful wings across his back,
spidering up his neck...
until

I could read him like the Sunday Comics....

My Tattooed Lover.."

Artwork (C) Singleton and Singleton
Words (c) Singleton

Peace, Love, Eternity...Singleton Hippie Art

Peace, Love, Eternity is Now...
(c) Singleton

"The sky above me
was tangled with
twisted little twigs,
their boney fingers laced together
against the wind....
strumming sweet violin music
just before
the storm...

a hundred thousand
dragonflies paraded by,
swirling,
tumbling,
dancing,
laughing....

And then, I knew....

This was Peace."

Words and artwork (c) Singleton

Painted on a haunted hippie camp~out, watching eternity through the Tree tops....
the face of yesterday's Love, painted on the Ghost moon.... the wings of freedom, telling their story in the sky:)

Raw Peace, The Promise of the New Day, Singleton Hippie Art

Raw Peace,
The Promise of a New Day
Singleton Hippie Art

She peeked out,
Just Barely,
over the river's edge.
Stretched her lazy pink pajama~ed arms
high up into the sky
and sighed...
The new Day...
The Promise...

And for just a moment
before the rickety rattle battle
of voices
and traffic
and chaos begins...

She's untouched...
Raw...
Perfect...."

Words and Artwork (C) Singleton 2011

Painted in the midst of pandemonium, watercolors, markers, acrylics, recycled wood and my hand carved Raw Peace stamp, broken, but symbolic, all the same:)

Into the Woods, Singleton Hippie Art

Into The Woods
(c) Singleton 2011

"They wandered deeper and deeper
into the dampened woods.
She sang to herself
and left little peace~love messages
scribbled with broken sticks
in the wet dirt....
Breadcrumbs...

He cautioned her to be careful,
to watch out for spiders
and snakes
and
quick sand...

She danced in the cobwebs,
wore silver shawls with rhinestone buttons glistening,
alive with legs , crawling
up
and
down.

She filled her pockets with
the empty houses of long~gone snails,
and her imagination
with their stories...

And she laughed at his fears....."

Much later, as rumors and folklore would have it, he wandered there again, and thick in the Forest, he heard her laughter, windchimes clinking, tinking in the breeze. And he saw things...the way he had never before. Sometimes broken sticks are magic wands, after all....

Mother Earth Unplugged, Singleton Hippie Art Original

Mother Earth Unplugged
(c) Singleton 2011
Hippie Art


"Stranded on the muddy river,
I played in the tar riddled sand...
scratching Peace Signs and writing LOVE
in giant cursive letters on the bank...

And there,
with the brown water slopping up my shins,
with the greatest sunrise ever smiling on my shoulders,
I met a Man with no voice...
a teensy weensy fish with no tail...
an Alligator older than Earth herself...

And
I met...
Myself
basking in the blessings
of Ma Earth,
unplugged."

(C) Singleton 2011 Born on a blazing hot Sunday, in my own World....where sometimes engines are meant to take you nowhere...and sometimes they're meant to stop running...And sometimes you're meant to embrace each and every moment, every miracle, every meant~to~be.

Technicolor Sunrise, Singleton Hippie Art

Technicolor Sunrise
(c) Singleton 2011

"She rose.
Rolled lazily out from under
the tumbling,
rumbling Acqua tide,
and stretched her pajamed arms up...
up....
up...

The Morning Sea splashed her.
tickled her Chin,
her toes,
her soul.....

And she smiled,
just barely...
A Cheshire light rising...."

"Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2011 A little Hippie Sunrise painted on the sands of the Inlet, in the early morning glow....11 x 11" watercolors, markers, and sharpie on Strathmore 140 lb coldpress paper.

The Spirit, The Peace, The Love, Singleton Hippie Art

"Just Give Me Peace...

a mantra,

a song,

a silly little nursery rhyme

I sing~song over and over again...

Searching for the moment....

And then the dirt roads

opened,

wandered,

spilled over the roots of old trees

and footsteps of ghosts before me,

and led me to the River...

To the

dusty little heart of the Earth...

And there

on the banks of the Suwannee River...

we gathered ....

Kindred Spirits,

and sister loves...

Long legged deer swimming oblivious to our presence...

Owls and

a thousand

butterflies waiting to be born,

new friends,

old friends...

And the Music....

Wrapped in the Wanee....

Peace was the gift...

Much Thanks to All who brought me home again. To the Magic....

To my Sister Love for sparking the spirit and holding my hand, The Saint of all Hippies for leading the caravan and lighting the way, JayMagic for packing us up like the Clampetts and getting us safely there, Sweet Boyfriend of mine for smiling and making sure we had everything we needed, The Allman Brothers and the entire world of the Wanee Festival, the Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park for greeting us with opened arms, Steven for coffee and being such a good sport, The Boys for being the best neighbors, Donald, Trish, Victoria, Ray~ray, Semerton and Sheila for wildness, disco nights, roller coaster rides and Taxi rides...Theresa for the laughter in the wind....And to all....each and every soul, every tree and sapling that graced us, every animal, large and small that made room for us and welcomed us.... And to the River,~ the Goddess of it all, Much Peace, and Thanks....

Artwork (c) Singleton 2011

Cat Moon, Singleton Hippie Art

Cat Moon
(c) Singleton 2011

"It slithered,
climbed,
tip~toed up the live oaks,
dangled from the skinniest branches
and
then sat
purring,
licking it's paws,
lounging on the midnight blue sky above us....

The Full Moon
over My Wanee...."

"Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2011
Painted in the dappled woods of the Suwannee River, off and on, over 10 days and 9 nights of the Moon rising....painted to the disco lights of campfires, flashlights, and the sound of things that go bump in the night, painted to the music of my soul wafting down the river....touching my spirit...my skin....my tent. 11 by 15" on Strathmore coldpress paper...Watercolors, markers, and spirit....And most of all Peace...

*Disclaimer....This was painted at the River...the dark murky smell of tea stained water, of the winds that carried the smoke signals of 40,000 kindred spirits have permeated the paper....And it's wonderful!

The First Night in the Woods

Moon over my Wanee,

over my tent,

over my spirit....

washing me,

rinsing me,

readying me

for

10 days of Peace....

I could have never imagined

the magic,

the moment,

the movement,

the music...

And

for once,

I didn't have to pretend....

When Hippies are Little....

I saw him on Thursday,

tossled hair

falling in

hippie swirls,

curls,

sunset colored...

two and a half years big

and smiling

crooked

and up to

something,

anything,

everything...

Saturday his smile was

jack-o-lantern huge and his little red head was pumpkin big...

He flew into my arms with batman wings,

legs flying wildly

and

wrapped me in Love...

The baby with the fresh haircut,

the little pink shoulders,

and the 'I'm a big boy now"

attitude

took two steps onto

my white washed porch and

said

"lets paint, Mimi".....

Cheers!

To three 'ephiphants',

two 'dophins'

and 'Georgia' and 'Praysley'....

And Love....

God, it grows....

Painted on a Saturday morning...chubby little fingers swirling, twirling, seeing.... And Mimi in her bedhead and thrown on jeans, watching, falling in love all over again.

(c) Singleton for the littlest hippie in our clan, 2011

Moon over my Hippie, Singleton Hippie Art

Moon Over My Hippie (c) Singleton 2010 "He laughed and slid one more beer across the bartop, Clink! It was late and we were the only ones left, teetering on the rickety bar stools, falling into each other's arms on the dusty dancefloor... whispering under the Disco lights of another Hippie Moon...." Because sometimes I do carry my paints to the bar...And sometimes it's just Magic...