The Girl who left in Peace
(C) Singleton 2009
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And there she was,
the face behind
the musty, dusty
write~on~me~window....
looking out...
and kissing
yesterday
good~bye...
with two fingers up
and lips pursed,
cantelope orange....
She was glad to go...
wrists warmed by
close calls
and wrapped in late night fingerless crochet...
Glad to leave in peace....
10 by 12 original collage. Five archival prints of orignal work combined into the The Girl who Left in Peace. Totally one of a kind, she was born of a Sunday afternoon and the wild remembrances of leaving.....
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sister Love, Singleton Hippie Art
Sister Love
(c) Singleton 2009
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Black haired baby
standing up in an
old wooden crib,
banging spoons on
the rail....
Manic music to my soul...
And I tiptoe down the
empty hall
and peek
at the
round little face...
My own...
ten years later...
And I knew then,
what I know now....
Sister Love....
Little hippie yet to be,
knee high to my raggedy levi's....
holding my hand
and waving at butterflies
with the other...
stuffing marigolds in her pockets,
collecting faerie gold.....
And suddenly
we're old
together
and every year between us
disappears...
And tomorrow
is the psychedelic butterfly...
(c) Singleton 2009
SOLD
Black haired baby
standing up in an
old wooden crib,
banging spoons on
the rail....
Manic music to my soul...
And I tiptoe down the
empty hall
and peek
at the
round little face...
My own...
ten years later...
And I knew then,
what I know now....
Sister Love....
Little hippie yet to be,
knee high to my raggedy levi's....
holding my hand
and waving at butterflies
with the other...
stuffing marigolds in her pockets,
collecting faerie gold.....
And suddenly
we're old
together
and every year between us
disappears...
And tomorrow
is the psychedelic butterfly...
Labels:
love grows,
one fish two fish,
pisces,
psychedelic,
singleton hippie art,
sisters
Monday, February 02, 2009
Peace is a Vintage Dress, Singleton Hippie Art
(C) Singleton 2009
It was the light from the stairway
door
dancing in smokey shadows....
long arms reaching out and touching
each and every garment there....
rattling old metal coat hangers....
Making me Look....
And there in the attic,I found her....
A thousand memories old...
the dress she loved in.....
perfectly pressed between the cornflower blue shirt
and the musky old trenchcoat of a stranger...
And when my eyes and the light were one...
I knew...
This was the dress I would wear...
barefooted at the ocean's edge,
in cowboy boots to our pretend Saloon...
This was the dress
I would wear
in my dreams.......
Watercolors, markers and Ink on a love~worn Sunday.....
It was the light from the stairway
door
dancing in smokey shadows....
long arms reaching out and touching
each and every garment there....
rattling old metal coat hangers....
Making me Look....
And there in the attic,I found her....
A thousand memories old...
the dress she loved in.....
perfectly pressed between the cornflower blue shirt
and the musky old trenchcoat of a stranger...
And when my eyes and the light were one...
I knew...
This was the dress I would wear...
barefooted at the ocean's edge,
in cowboy boots to our pretend Saloon...
This was the dress
I would wear
in my dreams.......
Watercolors, markers and Ink on a love~worn Sunday.....
Labels:
meant to be,
memories,
peace,
singleton hippie art,
vintage prarie dress
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