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
(undoubtedly the most famous flea market artist in the whold freakn world)
(March thru November).....
or go to the end of the alley (bout 100 yards back at 620 Canyon Road (thurday -monday)
New Art here on the front page Evry Monday til i croak (BOOKMARK ME)
Lips
approx 36 x 36 of lipsmackn multicrappia
less wolf
more rabbit
less whisky
more beer
less heat
more rain
words fail me
if you know
what i mean
mister
im an 8 year old
cowboy from texas
do you want any
spearmint chewing gum?
i also have juicy fruit?
my most memorable
exchange at the flea
this weekend
an apple core
thrown onto
aisle J
same time
same place at the flea
how to train
a dark bird
i was invited to the mosque
to join in prayer
told that i might make
a good mullah some day
my beard
an invitation to 72 virgins
in paradise
a beautiful summer afternoon
with a nice cool breeze
blowing in a light mist
of uranium from los alamos
giving everything
that soft fuzzy glow
that my paintings
so often capture
about the land
of enchantment
clik hear for another couple from the flea market this weakend
Illumination---SOULD
small oily on bord
july 14 2014
illumination
a 45 watt bulb
balance
standing on a
richety old chair
reflection
talking to myself
while a rooster crows
some place
far away
a cup of water
a river of stars
8 pounds of dust
shake gently
add salt
make a wish
the making of
a celestial being
at the shed
poor folks tell me
they are rich
wealthy folks tell me
they are common
unknown artist
await imminent discovery
the truly accomplished
smile like a cat
i stand there
and listen to it all
and wonder
if i should be writing
presciptions
an archeologist
of artista obscura
bought my star dust
asked if he could use
my art
as the flavor delivery device
my paintings his dorito
my dirt
the salsa
the Dark Bird Palace
my ragged
dirty aging shed
a flea market shrine
to folks
who love to live
or explore
just off the main road
of life
it wont last forever
but then again
none of us
will
clik hear four two more wild thangs two sea
Chupacabra---SOULD
32 x 48 oily on a bord
painting the strange beauty
of a dark vision
seems my only way out
im the anti thomas kinkade
the painter of blight
(clik hear for another new painting "the strange beauty of a dark vision)
GOLD---SOULD
27 x 18 mol flea billy multicrappia
i saw a midget on aisle J
riding a one eyed chicken
selling boxes of sour dough biscuits
with cans of cream of hope
you could save with a
baptismal dunk
i have a red map
i cant read
a message in a blue bottle
i cant open
a radio with a preacher man
that i cant shut off
and a foreign movie
with no sub titles
running thru my head
it used to make me crazy
but now
i dance to it in my shed
yesterday a fellow tould me
that bank robbers
wearing clown clothes
robbed a bank in his town
and that the tv station
asked the bank
if they were real clowns
or just people
wearing clown clothes?
"I'm a rollin stone
all alone and lost"
Hank Williams singing
drifted from my shed
the row was empty
not a dollar in sight
i felt like Hank was singing to me
about the
Lost Aisleway
i tried to save the world
with righteous deeds
a strong hand
and clear vision
but at dusk
they hung me
at noon the quartered me
burying my eyes
at blind mule mesa
my strong right arm
at canyon de weak
my heart at
too big canyon
and my brain
atop
crazyass butte
about 50 x 70 oily mess on loose canvas
wandering the aisles of my mind
up one row and down another
some boothes are empty
some are full
always hoping to find
that flea market treasure
in my mind the rain h
it my shed so hard
i felt like i was riding thru
one of those automatic car washes
with the windows
rolled down
when they hung Black Jack Ketchum
his head popped off
like a cork from dandelion wine
releasing that fuzzy stuff into the air
which floated up and became
the stars over the new mexico sky
the Grouchy Old Bastard at the flea
(yes thats his real name)
tould me that when los alamos blows
(and it will)
he expects the only thing
that will be left standing
will be the glowing radioactive
indestructable Dark Bird Palace
spinning left then right
throwing paint and scrapping art
rambling about
black holes
kit carson
and Apache indians
i am the chaos
in the midst of a secular world where
"its all good"
clik hear four another new painting
Beauty of a Dark Vision---SOULD
oily multicrappia on a bord or two or three
Dear God,
(if you text please let me know)
grant me the serenity
(aka money, power & destruction of all my enemies)
to accept the things I cannot change,
(sorry no can do)
The courage to change
(this sounds alot like that acceptance crap)
the things I can,
(yes im still working on that last dark bird painting)
And wisdom
(im more interested in power but if this is required i can try it)
to know the difference.
(FYI...i can do an animal sacrifice
like in the old testament
if this would speed things up…)
p.s…please get back to me ASAP we have tons of Shamans
here in santa fe that can take care of this for $99.99
CLIK HEAR & JOIN MY MONTHLY ARRT NEWSLETTR
Planes Trains & Automobiles---SOULD
36 x 96 oily on loose canvas---SOULD
clik rite hear for full image and other closeuppers
that got chiseled off the face of
im a cosmic gnat with a keybord
16 x 20 oily on a bord framed flea billy style
some folks think riding a dark bird
its a VIP ticket to where ever you want to go
except transit time is years and years
your seat is breaking your back
& a crazy old man who wont shut up
in case you get thrown on your ass
why you thought it looked so easy
of this thing called life (sould)
big messy oily loose canvas 31 x 73
a frozen burrito
on the trucks dashboard
a flea market microwave
an empty jar of tomato sauce
perfect for cool h2o
a handful of sweet cashews
gratis from the spice guy
flea market fine dining
another fallen painting
a casuality of
dust, wind & time
i bury it on
the dark bird palace
the memorial tomb
of the unknown
painting
howling on the front row
every morning
reveals the secret DNA
of a flea market trader
we're all spliced
with wolves
last weekend
people compared my work
to warhol, picasso, basquiate & jackson pollack
leaving me to wonder if i was a short black alcholic spaniard who
wore a silver wig and painted dark birds
would people compare me
to kelly moore?
this band
of the walking wounded
glorious survivors
of this thing called life
scoured clean of the neurosis
of modern living
by sun, rain & the great recession
given clarity via heart attacks,
cancer, bankruptcy, strokes,
whisky and not a few bad marriages
branded by the motivation
that comes with doing
something you really love to do
these are the dark birds of
the tesuque flea market
CLIK HEAR 4 SEVERAL MOORE PEACES OF FINE FINE ART SHURE TWO MAKE UR EATN ROOM FANCY
& the occasional appearance of
(the crzy schizo ozark hillbilly)
(his appearances arent announced to me either)
Coyote Protection Painting---SOULD
in your daily walk thru the stars in the milky way
other wise known as your life?
for others its organizing marbles
today i say protect that golden child for dear life
its your ticket to a better dream
so be careful what you believe
when a trickster like me sits down
clik rite hear four moore artsttstststststssssnakes
piggy back painting done over a thrift store painting i figured i could improve on greatlylylylyly
important art rule
i read yesterday...
"never talk or write
about your paintings
to the viewer"
another sacred cow
from the world of fancy art
that i smash every day
with my 5lb hammer
demystifying the artist
and $20,000 paintings
along the way
(my lower hinged mandible
as well as my double jointed typing finger
set me apart from most neanderartist
who can only grunt
and wave their arms wildly
while chasing the exotic
rare art collector across
the manna savanna)
but then again
i digress
and then
i digress again
and then agin
& agin
takin me further away
from the hanging
tree
(if this has distracted
your attention from
the preciousness of my painting
then just maybe
i should go back
and take a look
at how i can make it
more worthy of your
attention)
being that I AM
a chronic rule breaker
a formal ball buster
and a painting procedural discombobulator
that is
a full on bonified dark bird
i trust you will understand
why you've never seen my art
in a gallery or museum
and why i am
at a flea market
where i assure you
no one is
talking high concept
and deep metaphor
about
art
but oops there i go agin
typing at well over
45 words a minute
with only 12 errors more or less
(whos countn?)
and you've prolly already
forgotten the painting
"you know of course
that if you talk about your art
you will ruin the mystery
for the viewer
dont you?"
and what if a dark bird
was just a dark bird?
would that blow your mind?
(and sales price as well?)
and so i spend
the next 15 minutes explaining
that the naked assassin
lives under the volcano
and that the dead cowboy
drives a red truck
and that tricksters
are everywhere
at which point
the lady bought the painting…
(i hate mystery)
fundamentally
i believe in the exchange
between the artist and the viewer
where people see
who i am
despite my other worldly stream of consciousness
ideas that often erupt into a flea market boogie
which i have also been warned about
(important art rule # so & so
never ever dance in front
of the viewer of your art)
24 by 30 multicrappia on wood framed flea billy
clik hear for a few new paintngs this weak
taking a vacation at the Salton Sea---SOULD OUT
i might go full out with a can of beans
a long walk on the beach at the salton sea
looking back and editing my story
always like to hear from folks....
(couple of really good paintings left on weakly art..clik hear to sea whats left)
about 16 x 24 framed flea billy style
my shed a the flea has been empty
except for the lingering energetic memories
from last year when the occasional powerful experience
a strange psychic tremble in the shed
that i still feel at times many miles away
very few would accuse me of being new agey kinda guy
with what to make of these surreal explosive moments
when something larger than me or a nice painting happens
(oh my gawd i love dawg paintings!!!)
in that lil shed at the reservation flea market
but do i chalk these small moments up to
medicine? (a friend tales me art is medicine)
or the increasingly delusional imagination of a
perhaps any or all of these answers are possible
but those that have experienced these moments
happens occasionally at the Dark Bird Palace...
(the rest of the day can be anything from boring to desperate to unbelievably beautiful)
(and it could all disappear in a minute)
simply the temporary custodian of a small patch of ground
5 miles outside of santa fe new mexico at a touristy market
that draws dark birds from all sorts of places
that just need have a good CAW together
chooses to believe something that gives there life meaning
but its also because to give up this
(tomorrow is the newsletter with several... lets just say interesting paintings in it)
((may the great CAW be with you))
clik hear four won more painting
to sign the e-pad while she yawnd
like the beautiful crackling sound
when you run over it in a parking lot
as i launched my dark bird revolt
the dark bird i did at the gas station
(clik hear four won moore paiintn)
24 by 30 multicrappia----clik hear for two more paintngs
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