Showing posts with label hippie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hippie. Show all posts

Sunday, June 10, 2012

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....




Wednesday, July 27, 2011

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....

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

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.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Shroom for one More, Singleton Hippie Art



Shroom for One More
(c) Singleton Hippie Art

"Two tattered tents,
one Bayou Blue,
two painted ladies,
one pup,
and three
Coleman specials
tossed like confetti on the river banks....

Our little Tent City...

Hippie Kingdom on the hill...

And when he said...
"Can I come, too?"
I whispered
to his back,
to his shadow...

"Scooch in closer
to the circle,
we've got shroom for one more"

Watercolors and markers scribbled and painted in the Saturday sunshine, while all the neighbors drove by and politely waved and nodded at the 'hippies next door', and the soft purr of Magic's airbrush, paintin' campsite banners, lullabyed me here.....to The Allman Brother's Wanee Fesitval 2011! http://www.waneefestival.com/ We can't wait to get there! :)

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Singleton Hippie Art, The Psychedelic Sea, The Original





















Psychedelic Sea

(C) Singleton 2009
SOLD

He followed the sound,
guitar strings and tambourines,
southern voices in the wind...
knowing that
there in the nightcrowd
he would find me,
barefooted and gypsy dressed,
dancing in the ocean spray...

Full moons,
martini moons,
and a gazillion empty moons
have passed...

And I go
there still...
a mermaid ghost...
dancing on the dunes,
at the edge
of
a
psychedelic sea....

And in the wind,
I hear him laughing...

Knowing...

Remembering what it was like
to be
Free....

11 by 15 original on heavyweight Strathmore watercolor cold press. Watercolors, Acrylics, colored pencils and Ink...The tattered peace sign was drawn, crumpled, and abandoned on the porch for months before being rescued to rest like a hurricane in the center of this picture. The mermaid was born of another thought, another memory, a dream...that was never finished, and probably never will be, so she's come back to visit the sea. Letters were lifted from an old magazine. Together, they make the Psychedelic Sea...A collage, of sorts.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Self Portrait in the Waves, Singleton Hippie Art


Self Portrait
in the Waves
(c) Singleton















Tumbling
face first,
knees scraping,
drowning in ice cold foam,
green beer bottles
everywhere...

and then the Sun...
Upside down
and warm,
just a little deeper...
past the cold acqua skies...

and it's raining somewhere,
I'm drenched....

Floating....
to the bottom....
ribbons of fluorescent seawood
tangling in my hair,
spaghetti soft...and dancing...

Until
my chin scrapes the sand...
and blue toes scrunch into
the soggy face of a drunken sunset
and push...

Up, up, up...

"Don't breathe until you hear the waves"....

A psychedelic memory on 9 x 12 cold press watercolor paper....I've almost drowned a gazillion times....in water, love, Michelob lights, Friday nights, debt, the dark dark places of my mind...and everytime, on Angel's wings....I've pushed off from the bottom...
Clink! To now, and next time, and the ageless reflection of the hippie at the bottom....dancing until it's time to come up for air...

Sunday, March 22, 2009

'Ready For Love' Faerie Skirt


A Whimsical Parade of hand-me-down chokers
and midnight bets,
Spitting out sweet reminders...

Stuffed,
Tucked ,
Crammed,
Shoved,
Smooshed,
Packed,
Wedged.
Waiting...

I know...
that I really don't know
everything that there is to know...

Traipsing away from a field of free wishes,
losing sight and sound and along the way,
losing all the fears that keep so many tethered here

Free

Spinning, weaving, sewing threads of my own
Tethering myself to where I want to be...


Faerie Skirt Available Now

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Psychedelic Sunrise, Singleton Hippie Art

(c) Singleton 2009
SOLD














A technicolor night
draped in never seen before colors...
Magic laughter,
the new music,
playing to our souls...

And in the morning,

this...

a psychedelic sunrise...
painted on a Universal sky

11 by 11 collage on cardstock. Skyground is swirls of watercolors and markers, sunrise face markers and ink, cheeks are snippets of abandoned original work. Sunrays are collaged from prints of original hippie art work.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

CHEERS, Hippie Art, Singleton


I Can't Talk Now... We are Dancing in the Kitchen!
CHEERS!
Outsider Art by Singleton




Hot Pink sateen Clutch Purse sequined in beercaps. Beercaps, Marker, Pen & Paint

Sunday, October 29, 2006

YES, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art


YES
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006



"What did you say?"
Yes.
"Say it again"
Yes.
"Are you whispering now?"
Yes

I'm so thirsty....



Colored markers, pencils, ink and all that hoo-hah on cardstock

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Tightrope, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art


TIGHTROPE
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006



Stupid little soap opera.....

You're watching.
Checking to see if I can find the balance,
the rhythm...

bird on a wire....

And I might teeter,
wobble,
but I won't look down.

Peace is waiting.
And I'm going there.

Markers, ink, pencils and all that other hoo-hah. The earrings are just for balance.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Sweet Chaos, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art


Sweet Chaos
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

You didn't leave me
broken,
just a
little of a mess.

Nothing
I can't fix.





Markers, Pencils, Ink and all that other hoo-ha


SOLD to a Soulful Sister

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Relapse, Singleton 2006, Outsider Hippie Art

Relapse, total relapse
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

Haunched,
ready to run,
watching,
waiting.

And
the sun was new and yellow
and glaring,
the coquina under my feet
almost blinding.

I almost didn't see you.
And when I did...
I forgot to run.
to fight.
to save myself from this again

relapse,
total relapse.

8 1/2 by 11 cardstock. Colored markers, pencils, ink and all that hoo-hah
At home on the living room wall

Monday, September 25, 2006

Goodbye, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

















GOOD-BYE

Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

Silly little games,
knotted little fate.

SOLD

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Fly Catcher, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art


FLY CATCHER
Outsider Artwork
(c) Singleton 2006

SOLD

We know who you are
and saw what you did

This isn't some cheap little B rated movie, where you can parade in and out, littering the floors with obscene little motives and leaving your dirty fingerprints across my heart.

I am the fly catcher
And I'll catch you
when I can


Monday, September 18, 2006

Sorry, Wrong Number , Singleton 2006, Outsider Art


Sorry, wrong number...
I'll try again

(c) Singleton 2006

SOLD

Accidents happen.
And sometimes they're wonderful.
You tumble backwards,
feet slipping off the curb,
and plow head on into fate...
we magically tumble into what was never meant to be,
mistakenly thinking
this is it.
Love.

And then it hits you.



Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The Secret Lives we Leave Behind, Singleton


The Secret Lives we Leave Behind
(c) Singleton 2006
Held in Private Collection

The Secret Lives we Leave Behind...
littered with what was once treasured trinkets and is now...
a dusky trail of spent cigarette butts,
sordid little love stories gone wrong...
And all the charm of cheap wine left to age on the kitchen counter

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Beer Garden Fairie


The Beer Garden Fairie
(c) Singleton 2006
Outsider Hippie Art



She flits into the party barely noticed, fluttering from barstools to the dance floor. Careful, her magic is mischief ; and a fool and his beer is all she needs to cast her spell. "Caught in the act", she freeezes in the headlights, but just for a moment. Her mission is to paint the night with pixie-like passion, ego friendly flights, and beauty...in the eyes of the random beholder. What you do with the memory in the morning is your own hangover.