The Whisperer, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

The Whisperer(c) Singleton 2007SOLDHe didn't hear her comingbarefooted after the airplane crashedwhite noiseeverywhereand he didn't hear her goingbanging his gearseyes dartingon emptyhighwaysdodgingneon traffic cones,dead witches rising from the blacktop.But in the quiet,she whispers to himand it allcomesMother Sun risingback a featherdipped in indigo henna inktattoedAnd then he rememberswhat

Simply Saturday, outsider hippie art, Singleton 2007

(c) Singleton 2007SIMPLY SATURDAYOutsider Hippie Woman ArtSOLDTattered little wingsstrung around my neck,Feathered Trinkets falling to the ground....Dancing in the dustDancing in the pastDancing in the oldAnd it's all newAnd I've never been here beforeAnd never seen your face, your eyes, your smile...Felt your breathe....But it's the new lovethat's the oldest.....And I've missed you for a

Peacekeeper, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

PEACEKEEPEROutsider Hippie Art(c) Singleton 2006SOLDI've changed the locksI hope you understandI'll miss your eyesthe see-through color of thin waveskissing sandbarsand the way you threw your head backto laughchugging the good downBut you let the flies inI hope you understandFrom the never-ending stack of 8 1/2 by 11 cardstock...Colored pencils, markers, pen

The Kiss, Singleton, Outsider Art

(c) Singleton 2006THE KISSOutsider Hippie ArtSOLDTo The Keeper of KissesPerhaps it was the first kiss, the sweet, perfumed Kiss of new love... or the painted kiss, all smudgey and smeared and salty...Or the "I wish you would kiss me" kiss...no more than a butterfly breath, I can't remember which... But it was wonderful.