A Butterfly Named Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

A Butterfly Named Peace
(c) 2010 Singleton

"For a good time,
follow me"
she whispered,
spinning on her heels,
leaving swirly, twirly
psychedelic pixie dust
trails in her shadow.

And he did..."

Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2010 11 x 15" Original on 140 lb coldpress watercolor paper. Watercolors, markers, and sharpie on a long, free Hippie week-end.

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...

Prayers for Pixies, Singleton Hippie Art

Prayers for Pixies
(c) Singleton 2009
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I heard the morning breeze
crinkle
like sheets blowing in the wind,
and the sun raised her spindly arms up
over her head and stretched....
lazy,but ready to touch the sky....


And there she was...
Hidden in the kudzu vines and the fallen oaks,
Wide eyed and cheeks flushed with blueberry blush...
the little woodland pixie
I always knew existed,
but perhaps only in my heart.


She stared at me ,
and held her place,
crouched amongst the wet leaves...


And I smiled at her....
in her tattered dress,
remnants of black fishnet hose
that disappeared in the night...


And she whispered to me....
barely above a breath..


"Peace".....


8 1/2 by 11 colored pencils, markers, ink on paper reclaimed from another day. May we all believe in the little hippie spirit, the hidden whimsy of accidental peace, the secret to stirring up the every day mundane and making magic out of nothing.

I wanna live, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art 2007

I Wanna Live.....
(c) Singleton 2007
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Hanging upside
down
batted
knotted wings
to the
indigo
leftover sky,
swaying,
waiting....
afraid of the light....

And now
in the yellow
incandescent
glow,
circling,
waiting for the morning....
draped in
borrowed wings
upright
higher
laughing......

gotta be free......

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

Pretty Little Story, Singleton 2006

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Pretty Little Story
Outsider Art
(c)2006, Singleton

Little Fairy Teller,
You are such a pretty
story.
You've always wanted to
rewrite The End with all your
fancy-smancy words .

Framed & Double Matted
_____________________________________

A Saint or a Fool, Singleton Outsider Art

A Saint Or A Fool

(c) Singleton 2006
Self Portrait from The Pink House

Sold to the safe-keeper of my thoughts

I forgot to tell you about the yellow butterfly,
And I'm sorry....
I would have liked to have left you with at least that...
so that you, too,
could understand
the
promise
of peace.
She'll flutter by you anyway.
It's just a shame
that you won't
raise your fingertips
to the sky
and throw her
kisses.

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.