Showing posts with label self portrait. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self portrait. Show all posts

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, October 14, 2007

Orange Crush, (c) Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

























ORANGE CRUSH
(c) Singleton 2007
Colored markers, ink, cardstock, tissue,glitter and all that hoo-hah on Sunday morning canvas

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Rumors, Singleton 2006, Outsider hippie Art






















RUMORS
(c) Singleton 2006
Self Portrait from the Bar
Unfinished


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We all have good intentions,
we start out meaning well...
naughty little demons,
broken charms around my neck
And it's the morning after,
in the face that faces me,
that reminds me that I'm haunted...

Ink, markers, pencils, bottlecaps, Michelob label, acrylics, scribblings on canvas; sealed
Unfinished, but over, done, movin'on because at night, while she rested, and i wandered the house, her face changed, her eyes and her hair were afire and I didn't want her(me) watching me(her) anymore. i kept waking up and adding words...."Keep out, Who are you? I just want peace. Go Away! " And she just kept looking at me...until I threw her in the back of the car and drove her to Georgia, face covered, and left her in the safe arms of Paiger.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Self Portrait as a Witch

Outsider Art
SELF PORTRAIT
AS A WITCH
(c) Singleton 2006




Sometimes you just feel like a witch and sometimes you just look like a witch. This would be one of those days!