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:)

Wanna Wanee?, Singleton Hippie Art

Wanna Wanee?
Singleton Hippie Art

" Two margaritas on the table,
salted and green,
and we clinked!
Raised our glasses high,
swirling
the cool Suwanee River
in our hands,
and imaginations,
and
sipped to our promise...

Take Me to the Wanee...
I whispered...

Barefooted and free,
to laugh
and dance
and drink
the music,
To camp in painted tents,
clockless,
under a spirited sky.

And he whispered back...
"I've got the tickets".....
"You bring the peace...."

Watercolors, markers, and complete obsession on coldpress paper. This little hippie is celebrating a runaway week, a reunion with my sisterlove, and the magical energy of the promise of music..... The Allman Brother's Wanee Fesitval 2011! http://www.waneefestival.com/ You gotta Love when dreams come true:)

Singleton Hippie Art, The Psychedelic Sea, The Original

Psychedelic Sea
(C) Singleton 2009
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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.

Someone painted the Sun, Singleton Hippie Art

(C) Singleton 2008

"She pouted.
Sighed.
Rolled over in the sky
and wallowed
in the blueness.

Someone painted the Sun,
and the clouds
were all pointing at her,
as they whispered by,
dressed in cotton candy colors.

I stood on the ground and
watched as
she fretted,
started to cry....
Someone grafittied the Sun
and she didn't know why...

Her tears ran blue and
pink
and green...
psychedelic swirls
of neon rain...

"They've painted you Peace",
I hollered to her....

And slowly she smiled....
Silly little Sun with the Promise painted on her face.....

11 by 11 on matboard. Watercolors, markers, tempera, ink, shaving cream, food colors, peace and love.

Love Now

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I sing...
Ten thousand
sweet nothings
never whispered in your ear....
And time has wings...

Say it now....
In sidewalk chalk colors....
LOVE.....

Over and Over Again...

LOVE...

Love may last forever, but these moments do not
They keep coming and going, each one faster than the one before
ten til two in the morning, two past ten at night
I Love You
so while the world around me lays asleep
I creep out into the street
scribbling,
with my chin on my knees
chalk in my fingers
and you in my heart

...Love

The Marathon, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

The Marathon
(c) Singleton 2007


Collapsed
on the vinyl sea
belly to the sun
riveted to
the moment
I drift
eyes closed
and then open to
the rains
and remember
the running
faster and faster
out of breath
and time
and a
place to hide.

And
weightless
I tether myself to
a pretendy bendy kind of peace
and the trinkety tide
becomes
the wind
and pushes
me
closer
to the edge.

And
I wait
to be lifted......


Ink, colored markers, pencils, and peace on a found piece of cardboard too big to scan