clik hear 4 New Art

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the Dark Bird Palace (the Shed)

Absurdity is my Friend (million selling NYT best sellr 4 sure)

 

 

Visit me at the Tesuque Reservation Flea Market

any Friday thru Sunday

New Art here on the front page Evry Monday til i croak (BOOKMARK ME)

 

The Present---SOULD

oily on wood about 31 x 24 inchesesesss

 

 

A Desert Dawg wonders about the Cosmos

big oily on loose canvas

 

its not that i dont care

what people think about planets

or the millions of galaxies in the sky

or even the color of the stars

its just that i mostly wonder what the desert dawgs think

when they look up into the cosmos

while they are standing in an arroyo

barking at the moon

 

 

More art

 

 

june 3 2013----Terror in Treasure Cave---SOULD

oily on wood

lots more new art by clikn rite hear

 

mariachis everywhere
in the back seat
while filling up gas
going to the restroom
even at my bedside
when i woke up


in a dark room
at a cheap hotel
my brightest memory
covering ourselves
with liquid sulphur
like sexy devils


thai food, indian food,
mexican food, fancy breweries,
italian noodles & vegan eateries...
it was the mariachis
extolling the value
of love and bravery
that led us to Dennys


a lady with a german accent
who did a white glove test on her table
while mumbling
"they can do better than this"
moved in right behind us
where i heard her inspect
my long hair for ticks


no talking just eating
the wirey husband
wearing black rim glasses & a fedora
voraciasly ate panjakes & eggs
with sausage on the side
as though chlorestoral
was the cure


my healthy heart dinner arrived
a leafy green salad
swimming in an ocean
of white dressing
with a boat of bacon
on top


that night in a dream
the old man
turned around at the table
staring thru his glasses at me
dismissively uttering the word
"hippie"
my worst nightmare


when i awoke the next morning
the mariachis were still playing
but willie nelson had joined them
singing On the Road again
a hint to get the hell
out of town


taking the wrong road home
we tumbled a thousand feet
off the side of a mountain
landing on wild horse mesa
where the mariachis dusted
themselves off and began
playing a lovely song
about the beauty of nature
prompting the mustangs
who were wearing blue sombreros
to rise up on their hind legs
and dance a
final dance
with us

 

Cave Fish

small oily on canvas

 

join my monthly art first look and a story from the newslettr by clikn rite hear

 

FunFight--SOULD

oily on wood

 

clik hear for the best selling world famous million seller book here about my art

 

June Dark Bird

8 x 10 on wood

 

Wild Old Days

oily on board

 

 

Rez Dawg

about 4 foot long

 

 

May 22 2013----BLue BoAts

is real big bout 6 foot by 9 foot

oily mixd up mess

 

some people dont think
my jokes are funny at the flea
but today the tv station in my head
is tuned to Hee Haw
where the audience always laughs
and the music never stops
earning me the reputation
of the funniest flea market painter
in the world

if someone doesnt save me
im going to do
what everyone else does
in the end

i sit down after the show
and pour a tall glass
of low fume paint thinner
mixed with a tiny bit
of red cadmium
with a chaser of varnish
careful not to drink
so much that i become
a sad caricature of yet another
drunken stand up comedian
banjo playing painter
at a flea market

returning to my easel
Roy Clark and Buck Owens
break into a banjo jam
picking and a grinning
while i paint a brilliant chicken
which we will have for dinner later
while watching Ricardo Montelban
explain the wonders of corinthian leather
in his Chrysler Cordoba

a commercial break interupts Ricardo
singing that
"for the time of our lives"
i should get a camera
so i can remember all the crap
i cant get out of my head
40 years later

i begin to paint
three red finches
sitting on a horse
contemplating their existential fate
when Conway Twitty breaks in
with a song of hard luck and lost love
that breaks my heart
and moves the birds so deeply
that they put on their tiny cowboy hats
and begin swaying back and forth
in a line dance
on the horse

while i weep softly
at the beauty
of the red finch line dance
Vanna White begins moving slowly
from one painting to another
simply smiling and pointing
at the art
returning all promise and hope
to my life despite protest from
other vendors that she
is an unfair advantage
which i explain i will need
to make it this year


Eating Tacos at the Flea

SOULD

 

 

Desert Dawg

oily on loose canvas

 

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