The Tinker Man Bells, Singleton Hippie Art Backpack

"I know where I'm going,
 I wander freely, and watch for little trip~me~ups along the way,
but it's the spirit of the Tinker Man,
with all his magic,
keeping a safe eye,
on

all behind me....

With His little bag of sticks and stones,
clickety clackity Karma,
he's there...
while I dance in the dirt,
laugh in the Moonshine,
Sing with the Serpents...
He's there
in the shadows
watching....

And I wander on...."

Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2012

A tea dyed cotton backpack embellished with a little hand painted peace~love patch and the All-seeing-eye, a Tribute to the Tinker Man....And the magic sound of bells in the wind:)

Peace, Love, and Wanee, Please... Singleton Hippie Art

Peace, Love, and Wanee, Please
Singleton Hippie Art

"He spun the paper his way
and I twirled my hair,
watching him concentrate,
biting his lower lip....
slowly tracing the #2 pencil
back through his memories
until he had it
and pushed the paper
back to me.

'Like this'....he whispered.

And I suddenly saw it like we were
sixteen again..."

Watercolors and sharpies on a Sunday morning. Inspired by a Peace Bird he drew when he was in highschool...and the Freedom Flag of running away to the River. http://www.waneefestival.com/

Wild Love, Singleton Hippie Art

WILD LOVE
(c) Singleton 2010

We tumble
upside and down,
lazy in laughter,
under a lemonade sky.

We whisper secret endings
to untold stories
in late night,
too tired,
too many Margarita voices...

We run barefooted
in rain the colors of Christmas tree tinsel,
and when
we kiss...

it's wild"

Watercolors, markers, sharpies....Painted in the rain...

Love Hard, Singleton Hippie Art

LOVE HARD
Words and Hippie Artwork
(c) Singleton 2010


"We float...
do the Tango under the rush of high tide,
laugh,
crash,
and swallow Margarita~green waves
in giant gulps,
almost drowning

and then dig our toes in deeper,
Push off from the ocean floor....
And do it again...

Your face is a thousand colors
changing...
sun swept,
and flush
from the high of noon
and the high of now.

Love now...
And Love hard..."

Original watercolors, sharpies, and hippie hoo~hah on Coldpress paper. The sun's shining, the beer is cold, and there's no time like now.....

Love Now, Singleton Hippie Art

LOVE NOW
(c) Singleton 2009
SOLD

Black vinyl spinning,
coffee table scuffed from Friday night shoes on fire...
I'm an Accidental Go~Go Girl
in knee high boots and love....

Sand castles sky high
and dripping,
periwinkle roads winding in never ending eights,
and I'm a Mermaid,
old and washed up...
and at sudden peace...

Highways with dotted lines,
burned out lights,
and ditches deeper than the sea....
Soft from the whrrrrrr of a thousand stories,
round ticket trips...
black licorice
and other stories....

Love now....
Every other day,
it's just another memory......

Make it good.

Words and Artwork (c) Singleton Original painting on 11 x 15 poster size Strathmore Coldpress Watercolor Paper. Watercolors, food coloring, markers, sharpie....the colors of Love and Peace, even the accidental ones found in drips and sudden gusts of wind....

Muah! I'm without internet most days these days.....sometimes I forget to pay the bill, sometimes I can't. Someday's lightening strikes and somedays, the old purr of the little engine that could just can't....too much cathair and cigarette smoke to roll over and yawn "you've got mail!"....but I'm always here in heart....

Singleton Hippie Art, Make Believe

Make Believe
(c) Singleton 2009

And there, in our technicolor
imaginations, we
painted a Fairytale...

Scribbled
the story
on blue lined paper,
bathroom walls
and cocktail napkins...

And sprinkled them

in the wind,

a paper trail of words...

cookie crumbs for the curious

or the non believers...

I imagine

your smile now...

your head tossed back

in accidental

delicious laughter,

as you read the Ending...

a single word...

Standing lonely guard on the empty page...

"Unfinished"

11 x 15 watercolors, markers, ink and all that hippie hoo~hah on Strathmore cold press paper.

A Little Peace and Love, Singleton Hippie Art

A Little Peace and Love
(c) Singleton 2008

I found some dusty old
sidewalk chalk
in a zip lock bag,
buried under photos,
and yellowed
pages of
poetry
written from the rooftop
of another life...
and there was magic in that bag....

Technicolor remembrances
of
when we believed....
Pastel memories...

And so
I tell the story again...
in different colors...
but the ending is
always the same...

"Peace~love"

Funky little hippie art cards available now for keeping or for being pixies for peace and love

You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you? , Singleton 2008 outsider hippie art

You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you?
(c) Singleton 2008








"I've never noticed them before"
you said....
Sunday walking,
drenched in daybeers
looking at your feet,
stumbling on your words,
counting cracks that might
break your Mother's back.....

"They're everywhere"
you whispered....
on borrowed minutes,
sneak peeking backwards,
crawling in between
the sheets of
then,
long arms and
legs
stretching
reaching

"Peace~love"
we babbled
simultaneously
knocking the words right
out of each other
over each other
before hanging
up
a lifetime later....

And I knew....
you knew.....

Say the words, Feel the love, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Say the words,
Feel The Love
(C) Singleton 2008

Bamboo wind chimes
clunking,
bunking
drumming in a
Friday night breeze,
bohemian music
for peace....

And
I'm
giddy
from
the accidental high,
hungover in the morning
from
lightheaded laughing
and twirling in the dark,
from chasing fireflies
and barflies,
playing hide-n-go seek,
peek~a~boo, baby,
and
"Name that song".....

Friday's are for dancin'.....
And feelin' the love....

Words you'll never know, Singleton

Words
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

Peace.
Love.
You will never hear,
never read,
never imagine.
Tucked safely here
In a found envelope
Addressed to no one.
"Send me words" you used to say...and I did...
morning bouquets of peace and love and startling relevations... that rocked your world...
but you didn't protect them. Guard them like your virginity. And now they are spoiled. And so what's left, for the postman to deliver
is just a stack
of
empty envelopes

Pen and colored markers on a roadtrip envelope

Take My Hand, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

Take My Hand
Outsider Art
8 1/2 x 11
(c) Singleton 2006

SOLD to The Keeper of My Thoughts


Sometimes you have to reverse
The KeepOUT Spell...
reach out
and
welcome
tomorrow...
It's all Good