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.
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I find the rain the most erotic of all - maybe becasue t crowds out all the clamor and leaves only a rhythmn sandy
I couldn't agree with you more, friend...
And the rains are making the rounds this week-end....
They're callin' it a tropical depression...
Really, I can think of a thousand better things to call it:)
Peace is the first one....
Standing in the rain is better than laying in the rain & laying in the sun is better than just laying there...
ILY
very electric koolaid acid test, ken kesey and the merry pranksters. i like what you're doin, livin out there and up front
Yes, Skinny, yes! And dancing is better than just tapping your foot...:)
Anon...I'd love to runaway on a psychedelic bus...but, LOL, until then, I'll keep paintin' my walls and pretending! Thanks for stopping by!
Profound, my friend.
This month, this week has been a wirlwind... met up with my old girl, 12 years later... people told me i would be disappointed, and they were right. And i know the feeling is mutual, though we love each other still. And maybe that is the hardest part of it all to take, that feelings kinda cut off and buried as they were back when are all still alive and crying...
Is it really this complicated?
Wish i had a psychedelic bus to ride away in!
Feeling much better tonight, talked to her again for a while. I think the disappointment was mostly just some awkwardness and whatnot. So don't let me ever worry ya with stuff like this out of blue sky.
Your art and your words are still something that instill me with feelings of peace and fun and wonder.
And when i saw this girl out in the rain i just felt I had to talk. It's like confession, only no ritual except to speak my mind.
Ahhhh, hugs Eric! You know you can always come here for confessional...this is a place of peace, no matter how chaotic the road is.
Strange isn't it, visiting the eyes and voice of yesterday? We sometimes expect a black and white film, broken, spinning on the reel right where we left off...
Time Warps are such a weird ride.
I so hope you two are traipsing past all the who~hah~what~when's and getting to know each other again.
Much Peace, My Friend
Yeah... she was my short blonde hippie girl with the fire and intelligence that puts me in check, we're pretty equal there now (i had to catch up!), now mother of 4 beautiful children living on the outskirts of Detroit. She's an artist and writer and avid reader... She's read my whole blog 2 times she tells me, said she fell in love with me again. :) (She even asked about you, and I told her you were my support group/writing partner word dancer artist/drinking buddy and not to worry about that, that it was you who told me often to get out there and shake it! lol... more or less. She had been wondering what it was that helped me break my old shyness... so keep dropping by when you feel like it.) I told her there have been times when i woke up suddenly and wondered (sometimes aloud) if she knew I still love her. And she said there was every chance in the world that we were both wondering that at the same time many nights.
Funny isn't it? I sound crazy, and I am.... crazy from all the love in my heart! Letting it out with the true object of my desire and affection has been more than helpful, it's been healing! And even if we part ways again, i'll be just fine... Letting lose the love with one who inspires so much of it only increases the well! Where the heck am i gonna put it all?!?!
But yeah, it has been good, we're a hundred plus miles apart and i don't get to see her as much as we both want to, but we sit on the phone and laugh until our faces are sore and have wish you were here moments when the cellphone battery beeps out that it's tired... You'd dig her quite a bit.
Going to be out there at the beginning of next week. Going to look for a job in the area... another friend of mine owns a bar in Detroit and maybe she needs some experienced help. Got to much bar experience now. Or maybe something else, anything.
Good to see your voice in print as always...
Like my new psychedelic pic? got a few of them!
Peace at ya my friend.
this one too, got an even bigger smile here...
Ahhhh, you're gonna move there? Wow! Oh I so hope it all works out for you both...in whatever wonderful way, working out is supposed to be....
The hardest part is finding work up here. This is the rust belt. All the old industries and businesses are gone leaving behind empty ruins.
Been convincing here to go with me down south where there's still hope. I loved it there, even if I was cut off from net connections and whatnot. Well, actually, i really was miserable without my connections... was killing my writing to keep it all bottled up away from the eyes of friends who i knew would offer either encouragement or insights or just celebrate the feelings with me.
Anyway, she's been writing. She had a novel almost finished when the evil computer gods showed up and zapped her hard drive. Had given up, but now she's back to writing it all out by hand in her notebooks. LOL... I've now been accused of being a muse! Never thought that would happen, but hey, i'll not pass up the chance to help give back to the universe, even in an indirect way.
Hope you are doing well. I will always love your art and the words that make such a wonderful background, such a fine bed for them to sit up on and bask in the sun shining in through the south window... Thanks for listening to these rambles and ruminations.
peace at ya!~
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