Last One Standing, Singleton Outsider Art, 2006

Last One StandingOutsider Hippie Art(C) Singleton 2006SOLD PRIVATE COLLECTIONSometimes the only safe place left is amongst the ever shifting sands...where drip castles change with the tides and time is just a drift....where good stuff washes ashore and the dark and lurking sea can stretch her foamy green fingers into our world and gobble back the bad....swallowing it forever....Standing here,

She Wants You Back And Then Some, SAS Outsider Art

Outsider Art by(c) Singleton 2006'She Wants You Back and Then Some'SoldGo Figure.The Story.The Irony.The long and dirty road trip.Ahhh...I should have kept the keys,It's better when I drive.

Magic are the Twins, Singleton Outsider Art

Magic Are The TwinsOutsider Art(c) Singleton 2006SOLDTo a Beautiful Stranger

I'll Drive, Singleton Outsider Art, 2006

Just give me your keys and I'll DriveOutsider Art, (c) Singleton 2006SOLDPeace and Love. Everything else is just a road trip. Give me your keys and I'll take you there.

The Farmer's Grand Daughter-Singleton-Outsider Art

'The Farmer's Grand-Daughter'Outsider Art(c) Singleton 2006SOLD Her dirty little feet pad the wet earth with such familiarity, such primitive "at-homeness" that it is only natural the earthworms follow her footsteps like an army. Doing the hot, sweaty, summertime work for her. She hovers over the emerging seeds, blessing them as they learn to crawl from the sand and stretch, leaves dancing toward

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.

Question from the porch...

"Why do you always have those black and white striped curly Q things in your pictures?"hmmm, I do? Yeah, I do. The black and white world of everyday life is in direct contrast to how I want to live, what I want to see. The thread of reality always criss-crosses through our daydreams, zapping us back to the here and now. And frankly, the harsh black and white truth, ziggling through our