Singleton Hippie Art, The Girl with The Swirl

The Girl with The Swirl(c) Singleton 2009SOLDAnd in the morning....Long before sunrise,wide eyesand the scratchy soundof the Morning Newswakes the world,She's a Mermaid....Finger painting little "I love you"s...in the sand...Splashing in paisley colored tidal pools...gathering periwinkles for hide and sink,Etch~a~sketching tatted lacefrom the footprints oftiny sideways crabsand Seagulls on parade

Singleton Hippie Art, The Psychedelic Sea, The Original

Psychedelic Sea(C) Singleton 2009SOLDHe followed the sound,guitar strings and tambourines,southern voices in the wind...knowing thatthere in the nightcrowdhe would find me,barefooted and gypsy dressed,dancing in the ocean spray...Full moons,martini moons,and a gazillion empty moonshave passed...And I gothere still...a mermaid ghost...dancing on the dunes,at the edgeofapsychedelic sea....And in

Hippie Singleton Art, Peace~Let it Shine

Peace, Let it Shine(C) Singleton 2009Sunrain....the light early morningglitter of a lazysunstretching...her wispy golden armsreaching,blonde locks cascading upward,caught in the suddenstatic electricity of a new day...Peace rises...And while the nightrolls over,covers his headwith the thickwarm blanket of yesterday,I salute the sunand embrace the second chancetoday brings...Original hippie

Little White Lies, Singleton Hippie Art

Little White Lies(c) Singleton 2009SOLDStanding over melike an aging rock star,wearing his crystal blue eyes likebling...he muttered"Silly little girlwith all your peace~love hoo~hah,who do you think believes you?"And I never lifted my head,never let go of the colors,the lines,the flow...Never let go of the spirit..."I do"....Drawn on reclaimed cardstock....colored markers, pencils, ink, peace,

Peace is a Vintage Dress, Singleton Hippie Art

(C) Singleton 2009It was the light from the stairwaydoordancing in smokey shadows....long arms reaching out and touchingeach and every garment there....rattling old metal coat hangers....Making me Look....And there in the attic,I found her....A thousand memories old...the dress she loved in.....perfectly pressed between the cornflower blue shirtand the musky old trenchcoat of a stranger...And

The Change, Singleton Hippie Art 2009

Obama for Peace(c) Singleton 2009"And there was a noise,a whisperin' the wind,and it grewand grewand grew...Until it could be heard...The Change...." Colored markers, pencils, sharpies and the belief that Change is here...now...Peace and Love....

The Moon in her Arms, Singleton Hippie Art 2009

(c) Singleton 2009SOLDShe wooed him,cooed him,reached out to himwith long ballet fingers,butterflies to his latenight soul...And he went to her,basked in her warmth...and found himself at home....At the wrong time,in the wrong place ,in her armsandAccidently in peace...11 by 11 on mat board. Food coloring and shaving cream, colored markers, pens, and pencils. Watercolors. Peace and Love,

Peace is a Paisley Dress, Singleton Hippie Art

Peace is a Paisley Dress(c) Singleton 2008SOLDOctober swing,wooden and crickety,crooked and old...tick~tocking over the gravel driveway...I lean way backand stretch my legs outpointy toed tokiss the skyand swing higher,rock dustpowdering my cheeks,eyes closed.And I remember...The sound of the tirescrunching the gravel...Peek~a~boo smiles...Accidental million mile hello's...And in the wind,my

Peace Garden, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Peace Garden(c) Singleton 2008SOLDTeeny Tiny seeds,trinkets ofyesterday...mood rings andbroken chains,pennies painted red,ticket stubs fromnights well spent...Broken thoughts andstories,lyrics to unfinished love songs,Beginnings with blurrymake~believe endings....Memories....Feel the love....let 'em grow....Peace Garden and other beer enhanced Hippie Art from Singleton available at Just Give Me

Peace is a Mirror, Singleton Hippie Art 2008

Peace is a Mirror(c) Singleton 2008Chaos raining,broken glass,in a summer showerandI'm abarefoot hippieskippingoversplinteredpuddles,dancing inthe mud.Chaos raining,reaking,wrecking,afternoon stormsbrewing,stewing,making perfecttell-talespooky stories....Slumber party hoo~hah.....And it's morning....and I touch the tired face in the mirror,embrace her,go to her....Peace is a placewithin.....

Souvenier, (c) Singleton 2008 hippie art

Souvenier(c) Singleton 2008Wet T shirts piled on the floor,faces and placescovered in sandand yesterday's salt....wilting,and waiting their turn fortomorrow....And i tiptoe over them in the morning,psychedelic jelly fish fading in their has~been glory,souveniersofanothernightdredgingsand dollarsfrom the mouths ofyesterday's peace......IMYSVVFM

Preachin' to the Sky, Singleton hippie art 2008

Preachin' to the Sky(c) Singleton 2008It's 2 A.M.and we're buildingbonfires of beer bottles,crackling, snapping,breakingin a pick-up stick pile,amberdisco lightsunder yesterday's moon.In the morningyou won't rememberthe perfect sequenceof the stories,the way we playedhokie-pokiewiththe fire....the spellsthe magpie fairies cast...but you'll smile....And I'll keep preachin' to the sky....

The Invitation, Singleton 2008 Outsider Hippie Art

The Invitation(c) Singleton 2008Family CollectionElbows on the bar,black beer coddled,warming,a mosquito pondat his fingertips....He sat,sipping the sameold nightime magic,waitingon changeto comeslipping throughthe roadside doors.He wasn't expectingthe butterfly,accidentallymomentarilylost by fate,flitting in and flitting out,just long enough tobrush him,rush him...And in in the daysand nights

The Gift, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

The Gift(c) Singleton 2008SOLDLittle signs,yellow wings,forgotten songs,martini moons,stacking,unfolding like perfect paper dollsand landing,dancing,at my feet.....bread crumbs in the forest..."This way"......And I almost didn't go,weary of the whisper on my neck...."This way"....a little louder,a Stevie Ray Vaughnlull~a~byeslowlygentlyrocking my world.And then I knew.Door number one.Two.Three."

I wanna live, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art 2007

I Wanna Live.....(c) Singleton 2007SOLDHanging upsidedownbattedknotted wingsto theindigoleftover sky,swaying,waiting....afraid of the light....And nowin the yellowincandescentglow,circling,waiting for the morning....draped inborrowed wingsuprighthigherlaughing......gotta be free......

Telephone lines....Singleton 2007 Outsider Hippie Art, Just Give me Peace

TELEPHONE LINES(c)Singleton 2007I'm twirling the make believecurly que cord in my hand,my hairtangledand mattedand bed-headed afterhearing you breathesighpause.And we hang upin "say the words"andI don't even listen,don't want to know,don't even want to hear them again,Just want to findpeaceinrememberingAndwhisperingthe words like a chantraI know you'll never forgetAnd Idon't wanttowreck what I

Gimme Peace, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

Gimme PeaceOutsider Hippie Female Art(C) 2007 SingletonSOLDJust give me peaceandyou can keepthe change.....I'll float...fudgesicle in a coffee cup....melting......Hippie Journals available nowColored markers, ink, pencils and all that hoo-hah on a rainy day...8 1/2 by 11

In the Deep Deep Sea..., Singleton, 2007, Outsider Art

In The Deep Deep Sea...Outsider Hippie Woman Art(c) Singleton 2007SOLDIn the deep, deep seaWe played Russian Roulette,and you gambled with fate...stuffing your pockets with Christmas tinsel tokens...If you could cash them in at the corner store,you'd be a millionaire,but it's the deep, deep sea...and when we don't hold on to them for dear life,they're pulled away....by the clawing, scratching

The Pusher, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

The Pusher,Outsider Hippie Woman Artwork(c) Singleton 2007SOLDIt's darkand there's nothing.I can't breathe,but I hear butterflies panting, whispering...and I know you're there...Waiting....With the fix.I'm tainted now.Torn.Thorned.Breathless.And then it's dark again,and there's nothing.Nothing at all but the butterfliespanting, whispering, dancing in the dark.....8 1/2 by 11 on cardstock. All

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