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.....

You Made Me Cry, Hippie Singleton Art

You Made Me Cry
Singleton Hippie Art


Stupid little carnival ride,
with the rinky dink music
and smell of buttered popcorn
dripping everywhere...

Just let me off....

Let me wander
into the crowds,
dirty footed,
in my brown paper bag dress....

Empty except for the colors I carry inside...

"Words and Artwork (C) Singleton 2010
Self portrait after the fight...the first one, the last one, the only one...And I cried.

Love Shines, Singleton Hippie Art

LOVE SHINES
Singleton Hippie Art (c) 2010

The dust flew in giant canopies,
swirling,
spinning,
billowing
behind me...

Tiny confetti size pebbles,
coquina,
gravel,
spewing up like popcorn under my tires....

The real world,
behind me disappearing...
on the Dirt road to Peace.

Sometimes,you have to run away...."

11 x 15 watercolors,markers, cold beers and all that hippie hoo~hah on a dirt road day.

Has anyone seen my Aura? Singleton Hippie Art, The Self Portrait

Has anyone seen My Aura?

Singleton Hippie Art (c) 2010

Self portrait of this hippie on an Empty Day

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Sirens wailing slowly,

into the wind

like lazy smoke...

the sounds of the beginning

or

Very End

of a parade....

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I sit like an old woman

crouched on the edge of the sidewalk

and pretend I'm watching the colors,

the hope floats,

the baby ballerinas,

the scary Boo-Ya! clowns

pass by.

.

Candies land at my feet,

Snap! Pop!

Tiny little gunpowder filled trinkets...

sweets...

sours...

Things that melt in your mouth.

Things that make you jump.

.

And I lean forward,

stretch my fingers out

to just barely touch,

scooch,

inch

the tiny colored wrappers

close enough to taste

but I'm just pretending...

.

And there's nothing really there at all."

.

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Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2010

Watercolors, sharpies, colored markers, pencils on an Empty Day

Love Grows, Singleton Hippie Art

LOVE GROWS
(C) Singleton 2010

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"A gazillion love bugs
holding hands fly
wrecklessly into my five o'clock windshield,
Romeo's and Juliettes,
a dime a dozen,
throwing themselves into eternity...
And then I remember...
the first time I saw them....
fluttering above the damp sidewalk
,like gothic teenagers high as kites,
embraced in flight....
dipping and diving,
swooning...
in the dusky light...

I was nine.
And they've touched me ever since....
Love Grows...

And this time,
I'm not letting go...."

Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2010

11" x 15" Original Hippie Poster....Watercolors, markers, sharpie on 140 pound acid free watercolor paper. Love Grows...

Mad for the Moon, Singleton Hippie Art

Mad for the Moon
Singleton Hippie Art
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Sock footed in his five o'clock shadow,
I watch him sleeping...
skinny arms and legs,
tangled up like Macrame' knots
on the hand~me~down couch...

And I'm wide awake,
twisting my hair in curley-ques,
whisper dancing in the kitchen...

The night is upside down
and
the clocks are inside out...

We're Opposites...

And I'm mad about him...."

Words and Hippie Artwork (c) Singleton 2010
Acrylic, watercolors, sharpies, an old comic and some modge podge on Feel-the-love Friday

Valentine for a Liar, Singleton Hippie Art

Valentine For a Liar

(c) Singleton 2010 , Words and Hippie Artwork

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Cherry filled words

lined up in cheap little boxes,

beribboned

and glittered

and half price the morning after they're uttered....

I couldn't be bothered to listen,

but just so you know....

This velvet valentine's for you...

in all the cream filled colors

of yesterday's candy....

11 x 15 Watercolor on Strathmore coldpress. Sometimes in the deep dark wee hours of madness, we realize, lies are the biggest tell-tale truth ever told. This is the story of that discovery. Clink! To my little hippie child, embrace the moment, and be thankful, not for the tacky little stories they told...but the window of truth it opened. Have wings, little one...

Love Now, Singleton Hippie Art

LOVE NOW
(c) Singleton 2009
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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....

The Sound of Colors, Singleton Hippie Art

I wandered in
cowboy booted and free,
natty little threadbear wings tucked in a blue jean pocket,
crumpled and folded,
and loved....

And smiled hugely at the martini moon,
already drunk,
and plunked on his side,
teeter tottering in the sky...

I giggled to myself,
the best company in the bar,
and parked my
imagination
and
peace~love hoo~hah
next to
a man who didn't want to be there
and
didn't see what I saw...

The Pixies....

And the Moon when he winked,
woozy and boozy,
and barely tethered to the sky....

The man who didn't dream in color....

Words and Art (c) Hippie Singleton 2009
8 x 10 black and white sharpies on cardstock because sometimes we have to fill in the color later

Sometimes it's all we Need, Singleton Hippie Art

Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2009

I woke up this morning

to the cool

quiet

damp sounds of a new day

stretching

stewing

lazily nudging me hello...

And in the distance,

a sun rising

to remind me...

Sometimes,

all we need

is Love

A little hippie peace~love for you, 5 x 7 doodles of markers, colored pencils, ink

Sometimes I'm All I have, Singleton Hippie Art

Sometimes I'm all I have
(C) Singleton 2009
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Crouched in the corner,
I'm alone...

in everday darkness.

Heaps of yesterday's clothes,
flopped like lazy monsters on the floor,
loll,
and laugh at me...
Their colors
shapes
stories
changing,
their memories banging
on my brain
until all I can hear is a
scream
so
thin
it's a guitar string
wailing....





Colored pencils, markers, ink on a page from Dancing on My Grave. Portrait of a friend with the Blues.

Peace doesn't have to be a Fairytale, Singleton Hippie Art

Peace doesn't have to be a Fairytale
(c) Singleton

I turn the gilded pages,
tattered diary with the hippie swirls
and gothic font,
and read the
everyday ho-hum story of my life.

In between the sharpie doodles,
the I-love-you's,
the make believe endings,
little heartaches
scamper like winter mice,
their skinny little tails
swishing past the punch lines.

I touch the pages
and see the little windows to peace...
the moments,
buried like the prize at the bottomof the cracker jack box,
where in the midst of chaos,
peace fell...
an abandoned tu-tu on the stage floor....

Peace doesn't have to be a fairytale...
if you leave the windows open....

Words and Artwork (C) Singleton

Colored Pencils, markers, ink on a whistful Friday...

Cat under a Blue Rubber Moon, Singleton Hippie Art

Cat Under a Blue Rubber Moon
(c) Singleton 2009


In the tall blue grass,
I saw it first,
the colors of the forest...
flickering...

a black and yellow butterfly
flitting from
bent blade to tufts of green...
and then it disappeared...

The night has eyes in every color
and I watched that same patch of grass in the sands...
Until,
it watched me back...
And the butterfly grew
long arms
and legs,
wild and lazy,
and stretched
under the light of the blue rubber moon....


Words and artwork (c) Singleton 11 x 15 original on Strathmore heavyweight Coldpress paper. Colored pencils, markers, ink inspired by Jetflair's cat and a little vision out my back door.

Blue Henna Hand, Singleton Hippie Art

Blue Henna Hand
(C) Singleton 2009

I looked down
and traced a thousand
spider web
tattoos,
the tell-tale
broken lines of
every highway I've ever
wandered down,
the faint perfumed stain of
every weed I've plucked
from the garden
and embraced until it
was a Morning Glory...
the rambling
story of my life,
etched forever
on my blue,
blue hands...

I'm Old now.
And I'm thankful

12 x 12 collage with markers, colored pencils, sharpie and odd papers on a Saturday morning reflection.

Singleton Hippie Art, The Lonely Flower

The Lonely Flower
(C) Singleton 2009

With her sun~puckered lips,
and weedy little legs,
she teetered above
the garden of little ones at her feet.

And she cried.

One by one,
the others were whisked up
by young lovers....
"He loves me, he loves me not",
bundled into little bouquets for Hallmark Holidays and after thoughts,
plucked up by
chubby little fingers
and embraced for their afternoon perfume.

But not her,
The Lonely little Flower,
she stood here day after day,
growing taller and older,
her hair a natty mess of twigs and pine-needles,
her petals, all but picked clean,
by the pitter patter of little feet landing on her colors....
her world was with the flying, the humming, the crawling,
the clouds....
And she cried...
Chubby little lop-sided cheeks quivering,
until The Sun Kissed her again
and pointed to the
nursery at her feet...

Her tears,
a fountain for the seedlings,
brought back by feathered friends
to grow here, learn here, beneath her umbrella...

Love grows....

Colored markers, pencils, ink on Cardstock. From the hippie garden, with peace and love.

The words keep coming....through the looking glass

Hmmmm. They didn’t start out prophetic. They started out as reflections. Little midnight doodlings. Obsessive Saturday night scribblings. To save my mind. To keep me breathing, in and out. Deep breaths. Manic pencil strokes that rescued me from the moment.

I usually paint on the walls. The never ending, snaking ,growing taller walls that house my soul.

And then, Joe died. And the clipboard with the stupid cardstock paper and the world from the living room window suddenly became the only way out. Thoughts just started flying by… zipping by actually, like Dorothy’s view from her cruddy ole Kansas window. And so….there were pictures of this thought, and that moment , and God knows what, stacked up half dressed and half drawn on the coffee table. Lined up like soldiers, they patiently waited for the moment that the color, the meaning, the why of it all, would make sense.

I’m touring now. Visiting my own pages. Meeting the spirits , the kinfolk, the paper pages of the last few months. Funny. I recognize them all. Their familiarity is family. But if I had known then, what I know now, I might have changed some of their names.

Peace, love and the future is a spooky little thing.

I found this at the very back of my blog today, stumbled on it accidently....And knowing what I know now, had to repost it....May the circle be unbroken...

Singleton Hippie Art, The Girl who had only been Kissed by the Sun

The Girl who had Only been Kissed by the Sun
(c) Singleton 2009

And there she was
all legs and sun freckled arms,
Eyes heavy with Morning dreams
and 99 cent Mascara from the night before,
when
She met him.

Not for the first time,
or even the hundreth,
but the only time
that she
noticed his smile...
the way he looked at her
sideways,
puddled eyes peeking through vertical blinds...

And suddenly,
The Girl who had only been Kissed by the Sun,
waited...

for him...
For the kiss that would wake her

and take her...

9 x 12 watercolors, markers, glitters, ink and make-up from an old worn compact. Painted on a "The Hippies are having Sabotical" Saturday afternoon....

Singleton Hippie Art, I'm Feeling Blue

I'm Feeling Blue
(c) Singleton 2009
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Ticker tape words blah-blah-blahing...
like chicken scratch...
the over and over and over again
hum drum sound of
everyday noise
made out to be something
Carnivalesque
and Grand....

I'm bored with it all...
and feeling blue...

Sharpie and colored pencils scribbled on the first page I opened in "Dancing on my Grave".... torn out and scribbled in a moment of blues....

Singleton Hippie Art, Her Name is Love

Her Name is Love
(c) Singleton 2009

They glanced down,
quietly barefooting around me,
a parade of strangers passing the motel door,
nodding....
and every now and then
someone would whisper,
a butterfly talking to the wind,
"What's her name?"

And I would smile and say "Love"....
the colors spilling and splashing,
lines going up and down
in lazy circles with the sounds of
the sea,
and laughter,
and sudden commotion....

Everyone thought I was drawing
in make-believe,
but I wasn't....

I was coloring the face in the
cool blue Ocean puddle....
the mermaid in the bottomless mirror....

And her name is Love....

8 1/2 by 11. Colored pencils, markers and ink on salty cardstock.