Glass Soul, Singleton2007 Outsider Hippie Art

Glass Soul(c) Singleton 2007SOLD She roseandcamespillowing backin smoke ringsand butterfly trailsthe sounds ofbottles clinkingwatersplashedwine uncorked.And he knewher instantly,Her voicea blues harp in the wind,beckoningreckoningtugging onhis 9 to 5whisperingin barely breathson his night timedreamless neck.And he knewshe knew.....

You Know What They Say,Singleton, 2007 outsider art

You Know What They Say(c) Singleton 2007SOLDI believe inyellow butterfliesand little white liesburiedin truths.I believesidewalks crackedare rivers wideand waiting,and tomorrowis just anotherfairytale,anotherquarter in the jukebox.I believe ifyou take my handI'll runawaywith youor from you,it doesn't really matter....

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......

Porcelin Doll, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

PORCELIN DOLL(c) Singleton 2007Silly manwrapped in a Magic 8 ballmomentpretendingaskingtellingtwistingthe truth into somepsychic Cassadagawhim....You werejust playingdolls....in your secret house....But, don't worry,I'll never tell.....Colored pencils, ink, and finally, new markers! on Tuesday night cardstock

I don't want, Singleton 2007, outsider art

I Don't Want (c) Singleton 2007SOLDYour memories tiedup in stack-me-up shrinesand famous first lines,the world's greatest love storynever toldtabooand shame on you....I just want peaceand a place to restmy legsmy armsmy silly storiesmy cowboy bootson New Years.....

Orange Crush, (c) Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

ORANGE CRUSH(c) Singleton 2007Colored markers, ink, cardstock, tissue,glitter and all that hoo-hah on Sunday morning canvas

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