Woman Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006
It was hazy.
Smokey.
Dark.
I wasn't ready.
Wasn't expecting you.
Wasn't looking for you.
Into the light.
Colored pencils, markers, ink and all that hoo-hah
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"In the end, peace wins" until then, take my hand and enjoy the road trip.... We're goin' on a hippie parade.... Art, poetry, and all that hoo~hah...
Sold To A Fellow Tribal Dancer
10 comments:
Geeeshhhh...Not Again ~ I simply love her!
there's something worrying about this lady...or is the butterfly a healer? Oh, and skinny little blonde seems to be watching in the background!
butterfly kisses!
:)
Jez....
She's always in the background watching
listening
whispering
Skinny Little Sib....
You rock! And see it all!
ssshhe said butterfly kisses, but what does the butterfly say?
:)
Stone tosser...
Perhaps the butterfly is a dragonfly after all...
And they speak a language
all their own.
Still listening.....
And with the dragonflies wingful help, she said "ssshhh..."
I really like this one - I can't really put my finger on why, but something about it, about the woman, really hit me...
What a wonderful piece. It stirs something in me that doesn't even have a name... Fascinating. And i love the way you write a little story for each drawing. Thank you, my dear, for sending me such kind words of encouragement.
Stone....you're right, sssshhhhhh, for now......
PBG.... Thank you, and even more that you don't know why. I like that
Anne...HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!
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