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Visit me at the Tesuque Reservation Flea Market

(undoubtedly the most famous flea market artist in the whold freakn world)

(March thru October).....

or go to the end of the alley (bout 100 yards back at 620 Canyon Road (thurday -sunday)

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

 

 

 

 

American Refugee

16 by 20 oily on a good bord

 

Clik hear for a biggr view

 

 

 

 

Thunderbird

about 60 x 39 oily on a loose canvas

sneaking into
the flea at nite
to paint under the
new mexico moonlight
sometimes i create
sometimes i watch
the poltergeists rise
and sell on aisle
A thru K
boney fingers
breaking thru gravel
skulls breaching
the desert crust
a macabre market
dances at night
selling everything
from a to z
where Dona Tules
runs a tent of ill repute
skeleton whores
giving fleshly pleasure
to dead cowboys
old Geronimo lurks
hidden away
they will never
find him
because no one comes
here anymore
Georgia Okeefe
is painting flowers
on aisle A
such boring art
i doubt she'll
make it
very far
Buffalo Bill
designs a
stage coach robbery
in the parking lot
such a shame
they lost all their money
before they got past
the front gate
Jesus is sitting at a card table
selling black market
anti depressants
to the indian ghosts
Buddha is hawking
life insurance to old people
telling them to protect
their worldly possessions
Billy the Kid
has a small tattered tent
and is selling
self help books
on how to be a
big success
a conquistador zombie
walks the front aisle
telling everyone
he's been stuck at this market
since the spanish entrada
when the indians shot
him full of arrows
its a haunted market
at night time
and in the day time
we are all walking talking
dead cowboys at a flea market


 

 

---------------

---------Happy Couple (SOULD)--------------------------Animal Guide(SOULD)---------------------------------------Story------

-----------14 x 11 oily on a bord-------------------9 x 12 oily on a bord---------------------------------12 x 6 oily on a bord

 

 

Sept 5th 2016

 

clik hear for NEW ART

 

Trickster Fun---SOULD

about 60 x 39 oily on loose canvas

 

 

August 28 2016

 

 

 

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Dead Cowboys and Indians (The Dead Indian is SOULD)

 

a casino on aisle J
thats been the rumor
for years
that the flea market
was eventually going
to be paved over
with slots
on the front
blackjack on the back
strip poker
in the parking lot

i always knew
we were playing
with a loaded dice
and that the house
always wins
and in the end
all you walk away with
is your memories
and maybe
a hangover

consider me gone
im already a ghost
from the good old days
remember that weird guy
at the flea market
with that strange booth?
whatever happened
to
him?


the glory days
gone years ago
the wind rolls down
the empty aisles
and i see the ghost
of departed vendors from years past
all that is left
for most of us
is a place to be
until the black jack
begins


ragged tarps
blowing gently
in the wind
dust devils kick up
in the parking lot
and the sun shines
brightly
on the Sangre de Cristos
and once again im reminded
of the strange beauty
of a dark vision

 

 

 

 

Two Headed Bird Totem---SOULD

14 x 38 oily on simply framed bord

 

August 15 2016

 

clik hear 4 new art

 

 

Desert Dawgs

110 by 43 oily loose canvas

 

that smell
coming from atop
the Dark Bird Palace
undoubtedly
the fresh skull
i threw up there
last week
that has become
more interesting
with the monsoon rains
more odiforus and mobile
i hear pitter patter
foot steps on the roof
its a flea market garden of eden
without the original sin
up there
a new species
is being born
inside the incubator
of a dead goats head
where frankenflea peers out of the goats eye sockets
at the flea market
like plato gazing out of his cave
minus opposable thumbs
at something
it knows is
sheer madness

 

clik hear 4 new art

 

In Progressssssss.....

August 1st 2016

 

 

 

Flea Market Cosmos

about 30 x 34 multicrappia on a wood door

 

its too hot
the relentless baking
of what little brain i have left
has forced me to consider
taking my kat and
moving to alaska
where i can become
an honorary eskimo
and build
the Dark Bird Igloo
where i will paint
ice bergs
snow flakes
santa claus
and polar bears
for the discerning
arctic art
collector

 

 

 

Trickster Underworld---SOULD

oily on a loose canvas 64 x 36

 

july 18th 2016

 

 

 

 

American Durga

about 35 x 60

 

a hawk flew
into my shed
and landed
on the elk antlers
staring at me
until i lost my nerve
& flew away

it was hot
95 degrees to be exact
so i moved into the shade
listening to BB King
singing in my head
"the Thrill is Gone Baby…the
Thrill is gone…"

flea market dementia
taking myself too serious
like a JackAss who thinks
hes a quarter horse
ready to run for the roses
but suddenly realizes
no one else is training
by trotting to the
porta pottie
5 times a day

in some
social settings
political correctness
has reduced my
vocabulary
to shrugs
thumbs up
or
thumbs down
the occasional
windmilling of my arms
and my most valuable
gesture
the pointing into deep space
when folks ask me about
polyticks



i am simple maker of pictures
spreading
burnt sienna
raw umber
warm yellows
& making marks across my canvas
call me a painter
i will leave the
label
Artist
for others
to decide
since i paint
more like a cave man
at Lascaux
holding a torch
in the cave
i call the Dark Bird Palace
looking for simple
mysterious truths
i am a
modern primitive
not by choice
but because
its
really
truly
who i am


 

the Quantum Desert---SOULD

oily on loose canvas about 60 x 40

 

july the 4th
i here by announce
my independence
from cat videos
and any click bait
that says
"this man made millions
doing this"



i confess to
the crime of murdering art
it was an act of passion
but i ask for no leniency
and sentence myself to
a lifetime at a flea market
where i will be rehabilitated
and made fit for
proper art
in another life

i staple my windows shut
at the flea market
old tarps make for
elegant curtains
and double as security
from the felonious finches
who wish to break inside
and take selfies
while posing on elk horns
to post on
finchbook

quantum cowboy
i am many things
all at once
you are currently watching
flea market version 2.0
which is a distinct upgrade
from when i was a door to door
donut salesman
in version
2.whocares

in the last year
i moved back inside
my dream house
where pictures flicker
on my interior walls
24/7
while i lay on a couch
drinking ginger ale
and listening to the
cool color of the
moon

who are these mysterious
white dancing beings in my paintings?
what are these colorful animals
that are always
wagging their tales?
and why do i always paint
stars in the cosmic sky?
because this is
what i suspect
is really going
on

 

 

5 Dead Cowboys

about 24 x 60 oily---SOULD

 

"hey bro i didn't steal your vodka"
the security guard in the parking lot
then watched as
the Dude
pulled a huge family pack
of pork chops
from his sweat pants
& threw it on the ground
and all i could think of
was whether or not
the cop would put the chops
in the discount rack


a healer at the flea told me
he could heal me in 5 minutes
but i missed the appointment
when i realized im nothing
if not one of the
walking wounded


i am more and more certain
that god always gives us
more than we can
handle


an artist came by this week
telling me about her
museum exhibit
inviting me to the show
where other successful
artist would be
and i thought to myself
if only she knew
about my impending
solo exhibition
at the MOMA
in fancy New york city



continuing
when sane people stop
accelerating when others
slow
often defined as insanity
and yet when you
do crzy for years and years
some people
will call you unique
& maybe brilliant
once they untie you
and pull the net
off


watching clouds
predicting weather
at the flea
i forecasted a
50% chance of a dark bird downpour
with a slight chance of
dead cowboy sunshine
and later this week a possible storm
of multicrappia

a helpless baby chick
falls out of his nest
at my shed
he's shaking
and bewildered
with his little feathers
sticking out of his tiny head
and yet when i look
deeply into his beady little eyes
i can see that he's
really more concerned
whether im going to
make it thru
the day

 

 

BigHorn Retablo--SOULD

45 x 26 multicrappia deluxe

 

sometimes i think
im the only person in santa fe
uninterested in evolving
reaching transcendence
or having a deeper
awareness of myself
which is pretty obvious
to alot of folks as they
watch me search
for my glasses
but if its true
that we come from monkeys
in the jungle
who worked with simple tools
living uncomplicated lives
of eating
mating
and playing
but evolved into precious baboons
with guns & twitter accounts
maybe you can understand
why im so happy to be
an unevolved
unenlightened
neanderthal
doing crude paintings
in a shack at a
flea market



and yet
i do so love
my sparkling spring water
with a nice organic
salad



(can't a neanderthal wolf
hide in a herd of highly evolved
santa fe poodles?
)



still
i cant bear
porta potties at the flea
anymore than i can
a piss cup
& i would prefer to dig a hole
and move when the
stench becomes
unbearable



salvation came to me
in the form
of a beautiful cat
saving me from
full on grunting & inappropriate scratching
as well as pointing at art collectors
as though they were
bringing truckloads of bananas
leaving me utterly happy
in a modern world full of
luxuries such as
ice cubes & frozen tamales
but also haunted by
the uncertainty and confusion of modern life
yes that would be me
DarkBirdus Maximo Confusioness

 

clik hear 4 Other new art

 

June 20th 2016

 

 

 

Summer Ouroboros---SOULD

16 x 20 oily on a nice bord

 

thanks to all the nice people

that continue come out

to sea me at the flea

its a good reminder to

stay close to the ones who "get you"

that you dont have to

explain anything to anybody

cuz there aint no way

you can teach someone how to

speak

art

especially if your first tongue is

corvid

(CAW the Great CAW)

 

New Art

 

 

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Devil in a Box---SOULD

about 12 by 5 closed and 24 by 5 if u dare open it

i know i have it made
im a lucky son of a gun
i get to paint everyday
but sometimes
when im standing at the flea
the dust gets dirtier
the wind gets colder
& traffic disappears
and thats when
i have to put the
devil in a box
because
im a lucky son of a gun
and i have it made
and thats why
i have to put
the devil in a
box
so he can't get out
and run wild thru my head
because im a lucky
son of a gun
and i have it
made
so long as i keep
the devil in a box

 

 

 

Animal RUmors---SOULD

62 x 25 oily on loose canvas

 

 

blah blah blha lbahlhl blah balha blah blah blhald blah

 

 

 

 

 

The Odd Couple---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a good bord

 

May 16th 2016

 

 

clik hear 4 moore new art

 

 

 

Dark Bird Retablo---OPEN---SOULD

multicrappia about 21 x 48

 

May 9th 2016

 

Dust becomes

my second skin

on a windy spring day

with the ashes

of dead plants

the disintegrated hides

of animals

& the skin of past peoples

blowing thru the sky

skins upon skins

i am a mortal

covered up

by the immortals

 

 

Dark Bird Retablo---Closed----SOULD

about 24 inches when the doors are closed

 

 

Desert Epiphany

8 foot by 5 foot

 

May 2nd 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Animal Play---SOULD

about 42 x 64 on loose canvas

 

Dead Artist are ruining the world

ok what i mean by that is

that art museums are clogged with the

rotting bodies

of dead artist

who they are still pimping for

more money

like a whore whos body

is old and stiff

but with a little lipstick

some fishnet stockings

and a short red skirt

they can still sucker the ordinary art viewer

into thinking they just got laid

when really they just got

screwed

and the museum got paid

while reducing the viewers

artistic vocabulary

to the same

three dead hookers

(thats so Basquiate!)

(ur just like Picasso!)

(beautiful like Chagall!)

and turning everyone else

into their

John

and yes they hope you

come again

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wild Wild Horse--SOuLD

about 16 x 20 multicrappia stapled to back of stretcher bars

 

i cant draw

im not formally trained

my use of color

is simple

my use of materials

humble

but i am a master of disaster

a creator of chaos

a disturber of the peace

i flip tables

to find out

what was already

on them

because

i believe in accidents

the unplanned

the spontaneous combustion

of a firey imagination

the discovery of

the blues with paint

afterall im not here

to impress your head

with my art

im here to give you something

you know 100%

to be true

in your heart

 

 

Puma

oily loose canvas about 34 x 72

 

april 4th, 2016

 

 

 

 

Eagle Totem---SOULD

oily 61 x 20 on a good bord

 

Sometimes I feel like a carnie

painting at the flea

but I also feel

like a strange animal

when I'm away

from the flea

so i suppose its entirely possible

im like the elephant

that escapes the circus

and rampages thru downtown

while tipping over cars

except its the other way around with me

im the two headed darkbird with a beard

whos fighting off a robin infestation while

trying to escape town

so i can get back to rampaging

at the flea

 

 

Red Dawg

about 36 x 62 inches on loose canvas

 

im the worst carpenter youve ever seen

the most disasterous of handy men

the lamest of archeitects

and im in charge of

adding another 99 floors to the Dark Bird Palace

straight up into the clouds

and then i have to add a basement

to hide important emergency supplies

(paint, thinner, cans of beans and lots of giner ale)

and then theres the pool

the god forsaken pool

everyone knows that adding a pool

is nothing but trouble

and you dont get your money back

when you sell your house

not to mention

if i catch dark birds paddling

around in my concrete pond

like silly mallard ducks

or worse yet

if they pee in the

freakn pool

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Desert Monsters---SOULD

about 34 x 63 oily on loose canvas

art
requires patience
even for a painter who believes
in trying to capture
lightning in a bottle
because sometimes
you have to
step away
from the lightning strike
for a day
or a week
to see clearly
if that flash of brilliance
burnt down the house
or if it seared
the mysterious shadow
of art onto
your lucky
canvas ground

 

 

March 7th 2016

foto by Kat Livengood

 

i go a little bit bonkers

maybe just plain nuts

over the wintertime

when i get nothing

but cold turkey sandwich

and a little shirley temple

in a drinkie cup

you see im an addict

hooked on flea market

smoke and mirrors

razzamattazz

three card monty

&

hong kong phooey

but im always jonzing

for aisle J

trying to score

making my play

painting the day

cuz

ive tried the other juice

hit the other joints

its never the same

& its not where i am

when winter breaks

i'll be dealing cards

at the the Dark Bird Palace

March 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Steady Bear Totem--SOULD

about 62 x 22 on a good bord

 

monday 10:44 pm

an hour and 16 minutes left

til tomorrow

or is that today?

 

 

 

 

3 Fates---SOuLD

about 60 x 40

my big freakn winter sale

is about to end

(once i get back to the flea my pitiful

desperation drops off)

so join my newsletter

or check my new art page

to see if theres something

that is not already

SOULD

(its slim pickns for slow pokes)

CAWWWWWWWW

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crow--SOULD

37 x 63 oily on loose canvas

 

thank gawd for nightmares
three of the freakn worst
I've had
now do nothing
but elicit warm fuzzy
memories
much like a strange beautiful flower
that rises out of a giant stinking
maggot infested cow turd
so thank gawd
she left me
so i could meet the most beautiful
woman in my life
thank gawd the art galleries
wouldnt touch me
and i found the flea market
thank gawd my house
caught fire
and i had to get the hell
out of that place before
something really really bad
happened to me
yes imagine if three of the worse
things you could imagine happened to you
within one year
and as it turns out
they were the best things that ever
happened to you in your entire
life

 

 

Gato Shapeshifter---SOULD

loose canvas 63 x 44 oily

 

Febuary 8 2012

 

Valentines Day

is just around the corner

 

 

RUns with Wolves--SOULD

about 33 x 21 oily on a wood bord

 

we are the last humans

not to have a computer in side us

the last humans to drive

our own car

the last humans to

read a map

the last humans to

hold a book in our hands

the last humans to do

manual work

the last humans to die

of natural causes

the last humans to experience our world

as a place of possibility and mystery

i can honestly say im thrilled

to be standing out doors in the elements

on cold windy spring day at the flea market

not knowing what the day holds

but im not sure thats what

the world

wants anymore

 

 

 

 

Sky Dawgs---SOULD

about 20 x 78 oily mangy painting on bord simply framed

 

My Big Freakn Winter Art Sale

will begin this week with my upcoming newsletter

where eye will show a boat load of new art

and some older paintings

that will be available for my sale this year

if you havent joined my Dark Bird Gazette

at the top of the page

today might be the day to

do it!

 

 

 

Shape Shifter--SOULD

24 x 30 oily framed Fleabilly

 

eye am many things

as an artist wild & free

not beholden to galleries

or "powers that be"

eye am a Dark Bird,

a Desert Dawg

a Wild Horse

and a Dead Cowboy

depending on the light

although i do enjoy

the occasional good fight

but im not here

to suffer

consider my art your guilty pleasure

where a strange Dark Bird sells his art at a Flea Market

just out side of town at the crossroads

of coming and going

where we will both beat the game

after all

your not here to suffer

either.....

 

MOORE NEW ART....

 

 

20 Point Doe---SOULD

72 x 32 oily on a loose canvas

 

you cant do that.

its not possible.

no one does that.

ive heard it all.

ignored it all.

i cut my own road

and left them standing

in the middle of no where

watching me

as i left them in the dust

 

 

 

 

 

SS SOS---SOULD

44 x 62 oily on a loose canvas

 

this year
Crazyr than ever

more devil may care

anyway whos watching

aisle J?

so its all or nothing

like every painting i start

ive had nothing before

its not so bad

so im gonna wreck

that big brick wall

from a tiny booth at a little flea market

and god knows theres nothing like a crzy man

with a wild smile

waving a dark bird flag

charging the door

to scare the living daylights

out of those

petrified institutions of art

after all

im the guy on the SS SOS

holding a match

ready to burn the whole place

to the ground

just because it might be

fun

happy crzy dark bird 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Old West Ouroboros--SOULD

about 20 x 30

 

holy multicrappia!

i have a big newsletter full of art

tomorrow

so sign up for the Dark Bird Gazette

if you want a front row seat

to view the full catastrope

of my art

(CLIK RITE HEAR)

 

 

 

Crow Man---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a good bord

 

 

clik hear for 3 more new paintings here

 

 

 

 

(Red Dead Cowboy Totem & Dead Cowboy Totem)SOULD

Three Paintings of Dead Cowboys....(obsessive, compulsive or desperate take your choice)

 

Dec 14 2015

 

 

 

Doors leading to Doors leading to Doors

(inside the Dark Bird Palace)

 

Concrete floors

enclosed metal buildings

heating and air

& artificial lighting

all conspire against me

& the primal connection i feel to nature

when im at the Dark Bird Palace

where i can meditate on the mountain to the East

gaze at the Rockies to the North

contemplate Time

and the vast Caldera to the west

or simply paint like a wild coyote

all day long

inside my increasingly iconoclastic

desert stronghold...

am i destined to be

a reborn neo lithic cave man who paints

dark birds in dim caves with the help of

a small torch?

maybe...

will i chase down jack rabbits for lunch

in the near future?

not likely with my knees...

do i fear a more evolved cro magnon species

arriving with ideas of progress

from strange lands?

yes i do

very much so

but until they arrive

i hope to continue to paint at the

Tesuque Pueblo Flea Market

until my time comes

which is of course

inevitably

the nature of things

 

 

New Art from the Dark Bird Palace

 

the Wrecking Crew---SOULD

45 x 65 oily on loose canvas

 

november 23 2015

 

 

click hear 4 lots of new art (before im dead or gone for good)

 

 

 

Cottonwood Trees

about 40 x 63 on loose canvas

 

concrete kills art
destroys soul
annilates the primal
sends a wild horse running
a dark bird flying
if you wanna end the story
of the desert shaman
put him in a nicely
heated apartment with
an i fone next to a
starbucks

the flea market
is over for me this year
but i still dream
of miles of aisles
stuffed with hidden treasures
precious jewels
people laughing
music playing
this is the flea market
of my mind

fresh cool air
dust blowing
dreams everywhere
limitless new mexico
views
the smell of the
desert wild
chamisa
pinon
juniper
all exotic perfume
for a dark bird



holy ground
is not where
only wondrous things happen
holy ground is where
the good and the bad meet
like a cosmic
head on collision
creating one
big soul
from the shattered pieces
of obliterated
fate


confession
of a Dark Bird
take me out of my rickety shack
dressed up like a palace
(lipstick on a Dark Bird)
and i dont even know
if i can paint
dont even know
if i exist



to paint outdoors
closer to the wild
i absorb the blood
sand and hair
of the desert beast
this is the only place
i know to create
what is in
my primal core



i paint
what i feel
which is the only reliable
thing in the universe
given the fact that
95% of the known universe
is invisible
yet most people
prefer "realism"
ironic isnt it?
i may be creating pinpoint photo realism art
and people wont know it
in this lifetime

 

CLICK HEAR 4 NEW ART

 

Primal Pony---SOULD

about 60 x 40 oily on loose canvas

 

i pull the tarps up

to begin every day at the flea market

and let them down to close each day

its about the only thing

i always do

and ive come to think of the tarps

as the eye lids of the color full eyes of the

Dark Bird Palace

opening its gaze to the mountain

like a multicrappia meditation session

the chaos of the shed

staring down the peace and quiet

of nature

blinking in and out of the

flea market in my minds eye

 

 

 

the Naked Assasin on Route 66

6 foot by 9 foot on loose canvas

 

 

october 26th 2015 (yes im still alive)

 

CAW the Great CAW

 

 

 

 

 

Deer Man---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a bord

 

 

 

October 19 2015

 

 

the Wonderous Sky above--SOULD

36 x 78 oily on loose canvas

 

this is

what eye see

in an ordinary day

in the desert southwest

Oct 12 2015

 

Flea Market Ouroboros---SOULD

35 x 48 flea market multicrappia

 

a dog barked
at a metal burro sculpture yesterday
for 15 minutes
prompting me to wonder
if there was
a trojan cat
inside



flea market existenialism 101
finding beauty
in the mountain view
humor in the collective misery
of a slow day
and truth in our
solitary darkbirdedness
at a small flea market
just outside of a thriving
commercial center
so close you can hear
the distant swipes
of credit cards
all day
long


a lady looking for me
to autograph her photo
of the Dark Bird Palace
told me
i wasnt young enough
to be kelly moore
but if i saw him
to let her
know

chem trails in the sky
layers of unidentified
flying particles from los alamos
mysterious men
wearing suites and ties
at the flea market
poltergeist springing up
daily on aisle J
and people say you
need imagination
to be an
artist?

at night Red Dawgs
commune in the
Dark Bird Palace
which they refer to as
the Big Bone Buffet
discussing strategies
for luring a krispy kreme
to the flea market

alienation
forced exodus
desperados
and more than a few crazies
comprise most of my tribe
at the flea market
ive always considered myself
a sane observer
of the asylum
until yesterday
when i caught a glimpse of myself
in mirror on aisle C
and realized i was
wearing my hat backwards
handling snakes
and speaking in
tongues

CAW the great CAW
printed on
every flea market dollar bill
save yourself
from the tyranny
of the eye phone
scribbled
on the back

 

Primal Dream---SOULD

about 50 x 70 on loose canvas

 

red dirt

fossils & rocks

blood & hair

barbed wire and

10 dollar bills

all slowly

working their way

up thru the ground

like a flea market poltergiest

coming back to haunt us

and tale us

where you are

and where

you are

going

 

 

 

 

Red Dawgs and Dead Cowboys---SOULD

about 60 x 38 on loose canvas

 

yes i know
this painting
is crzy shit
but at least
i know its crazy
& yes i know its crzy
but i saw a cat talk to a dawg
on aisle J yesterday
and eye understood
most of the
conversation
but the dog was confused
(he kept asking the cat to explain herself)
((everyone knows cats dont explain themselves))
yes i know its crzy
but a woman walked off
with one of my
paintings last week
without paying for it
(its always a "wanna be artist")
and then she said
i was crzy
so yes i know its crazy
but i think a monkey
with a good beard
could run for president and win
(given the options im leaning towards the monkey)
yes i know its crazy
but when you paint
at a flea market
its hard to get
the Museum of Modern Art
to return your phone calls
yes i know its crazy
but my world is held together
with bungee cords, tarps
& the kindness of strangers
who know the difference
between retail and religion
yes i know its crazy
but some people
treat artist like they
are cashiers at wal mart
and they have a bag of
"entitlement coupons"
which gives them special
access to special prices
because well.....
they are
special

(they only drink white whine)
yes i know its crazy
but i can feel
the Dark Bird Palace
vibrate somedays
and make music
others
yes i know its crazy
but for whatever reason
your still
reading this

 

clik hear four some new art

 

Faces of the Flea---SOULD

6 small canvassss 8 x 10 each done with house paint

 

click hear four newereereeer art

 

 

Desert Sailing---SOULD

about 40 x 70 oily on a loose canvas

 

water board me
torture me
tell me my dog has died
but please dont make me
listen to rap music
at the flea
cut my head off
stick it on a pike
tie me to an anthill
naked and afraid
loop my entrails
around my neck
and hang me from
a tree
but fer gawds sake
dont make me listen
to Krap music at the flea
wear your pants
down at your knees
turn your hat around
75 degrees
pretend your a thug
selling the drug
but please dont make me
listen to your rap music
at the flea
tell me im audited
tell me im going
to jail
its ok
anythings better than
another day in hell
listening to
cRap music
at the flea

 

 

 

 

three Dead Cowboys (SOuLD)

16 x 20 on a wood bord ez to hang no pun intendededed

 

i paint
to the IQ level
of a smart dog
an epiphany realized
as i watched
a german shephard
gaze at my
dark bird painting
as people walked by
as though
it didnt exist



which doesnt mean
humans arent smart
or blind
its just probable
that im followed on Facebook
by more dogs than
humans



it did occur to me
that my paintings
might be like
those special whistles
that only
dogs can hear
leaving humans
baffled by what
im doing



and yet
some humans
seem to be
half canine
and can hear my paintings
decipher my visual vocabulary
comprehend the Great CAW
and appreciate
my deep love
of fleamarketology



which doesnt mean
im not a
dead cowboy
because i am
and you will
always find me
at the crossroads
of truth and humor
at the Dark Bird Palace
where theres sure to be
a crowd of dogs
looking at my art
wondering
if this dead cowboy
can hunt

 

 

 

Dark Bird Retablo

multicrappia on wood (SOULD)

 

dear big dark bird
in the sky
that lady lied to me
disrespected my art
didn't do
what she said
she would do
and never even bothered
to say why…
what?
you'll take care of that?
thank you


humor about myself
a giant shield
against those
that would stab me
again and again
and again
but when it comes
to my art
im not kidding
im dead serious


think about it
how many artist do you know
that use a bungee cord
and a tarp to lock up
their studio
every night?



from 8 miles up
into the sky
i looked down
upon the earth
and saw myself standing
in front of the dark bird palace
looking up into the sky
at myself
what an awkward feeling
when someone catches you
looking at
them

 

reported sightings far and wide
of mini me's
that paint like kelly moore
that act like kelly moore
and even dress like kelly moore
now why on earth would anyone
want to replicate
the bizarre life of an
obscure flea market
artist?


this summer
i dreamed
i fell off a ladder
tumbling for days
rolling for months
i gave up trying
to control the fall
and starting enjoying
the ride
but im still staying clear
of ladders for a
while

 

 

Genesis of a Dark Bird---SOULD

appros 35 x 60 oily on loose canvas

 

 

 

August 17 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Dawgs and the River of Stars---SOULD

about 40 x 70 oily on a loose canvas

 

August 10th 2015

come to the Dark Bird Palace

at the Tesuque Flea Market

to see moore art

from undoubtedly the most

famous flea market artist

alive today

 

 

the Wings of a Dark Bird---SOULD

about 72 x 20 oily on a closet door

 

August 3rd 2015

 

 

Golden Bear Totem---SOULD

oily on a 70 x 20 closet door

 

this week at the flea

it was so hot

i felt like Ken

in Barbies EZ bake oven

but life at the market rolls on

inevitability seeming vaguely

oddly clear to me

something is happening

that has already been named

by a God far far

away

and so when it gets

July hot

i keep frozen bananas in mind

to help maintain the proper

perspective about where someone who paints

pretty pictures at a flea market

fits on the banana tree of life...

note to self

when someone questions

why you didnt meet them

on the high road of life

get a big shovel

and tunnel around all

their bull shit

thats nicely piled up to

to resemble

a stinky brown mountain

with a road that leads you

right straight to their

self serving door

 

 

 

 

the Protection Painting (by Gold and Silver)---SOULD

Big oily on a loose canvas

 

 

July 20 of the year 2015

 

more art

 

Flea Market Retablo---SOULD

about 20 x 30 multicrappia on a kitchen drawer

 

at the flea yesterday
i bought a big rack
of elk horns from a fellow
from espanola
i put them atop my head
& charged down the aisle
like a crzy buck
i wonder if elk ever
pretend to be
dark birds?

today a spaceship
passes Pluto
snapping pictures
like a giddy kid
with a new instagram account
im not sure what is
more incredible
that i will see the pictures today
or that 3 billion miles away
a man made ship just passed
the last known planet in our
solar system



from the Dark Bird Palace
i look at where
Pluto might be
feeling like I'm connected
by an invisible string
everything i can imagine
seems real
but most of the hard things in life
seem like a bad
dreams



another planet visited
and another aisle
fills with new tailgaters
yesterday a fellow
across from me
was selling wagon wheels
i told him we have
something in common
both of us sell goods
that are obsolete
neither having obvious
utility in a new world where
"likes" make sense



the smell of cooking onions
and sizzling bacon
floats in the air
the music man plays
the Orange Blossum Special
people mingle around the
turquoise tables
and the shimmering strange beauty
of the Dark Bird Palace
continues to stand like a
relic of another day and time
a hint at what we will
soon remember
as the
"good old days"

 

 

 

Coyote Travels---SOULD

about 70 x 40 oily on loose canvas

 

 

 

 

 

 

Undoubtedly the most Famous Flea Market Artist in the World---SOULD OUT

june 29 2015

 

stick a fork in me
roll me in
flea market dust
dip twice
in a dark bird egg
smother with
turpentine gravy
and serve
with a generous
dead cowboy
smile


daily
i do my
flea market zen
meditating on
the dead cowboy
staring deep into
where his eyes
used to be
as he smiles
back at me
with his
crzy
dead cowboy
smile



a lady at the market
was overheard to ask
"what does he do? stand in
front of his shack and charge
people who want to
photo it?"


and it is
with this
surreal ephiphany
that i realize again
what an indecipherable
foreign language
a dark bird
sings


and so i
fly my freak flag high
and croak my
dirty dark bird song
as all my dead cowboys line up
in a flea market chorus line
kicking high
as i croon with a paint brush
like the tony bennett
of dark birds

new artttttt

 

 

a Flea Market Flag---SOULD

48 x 32 multicrappia

 

June 22 2015

 

 

 

Voices---SOULD

big oily loose canvas

 

ive always been a bit crzy

sometimes i think

folks forget that

(or maybe i really am alot crzyr than i think)

but for those that cant always

clear the voices in their head

for those that cant always

pull out of their melancholy blues

for those that just cant seem to get things

right

i think its worth noting

that those are usually the folks

that become the real heros

in our world of perfect selfies

afterall unless you are a longshot

that no one sees coming

how can you possibly be

an inspiring hero?

 

 

 

 

Horse Sense

24 x 30 oiillly on a bord

 

yes

Kat and I spent quite alot of time

last week in northern Colorado

around several bands

of wild horses...

the rules with wild horses

are pretty simple

but if you want to predict people

you might as well go to

vegas

(click heres 4 another painting)

 

 

Side of the Dark Bird Palace

monday 10:11 PM

 

NEWS LETTER TOMORROW

sighn up rite hear

 

 

 

three faces in the desert---SOULD

oiilyy 14 x 33 on three bords

 

May 25th 2015

 

 

 

 

Alchemy of a Dark Bird--SOULD

about 24 x 50 oily on a loose canvas

 

art
an alchemical necessity
medicine for the people
a mass for the true fundamentalist
a ritual of beauty
thats not to be confused
with home decor
or a casual blasphemous
shopping trip
to hobby lobby
for a framed poster


true believers
know what they want
and they dont just want it now
they needed it
yesterday


and yet
there are some
who would say
they want art
they love art
they need art
but if you check their pulse
they are DOA
(DONT OWN ART)



a true believer
is most evident
when you bump into
the lukewarm
faint of faith
the playing it safe crowd
unsure of their own
wound
mistaking money
for medicine

handling snakes
speaking in tongues
baptisms of fire
all part of a day in art
every day
a sunday
every thing
art

 

 

 

Animal Tale---SOULD

about 40 x 60 oily on a loose canvas...

 

its all true

 

 

 

Dead Cowboy--SOULD

about 20 x 40 multicrappia on a bord

 

"Give the man a dollar
and make him paint for us!"
no problem lady
but you might wanna check out
the Bearded Lady
or the Elephant Man
on aisle C
first

"trust absolutely unconditionally"
the words eminating
from a drag queen
on a tv screen
saving me thousands of dollars
in shrinks
not to mention the
1-800 numbers
that help me
get thru
the day



i was covered
from head to toe
in buckskin clothing
& i grew antlers
from drinking
three glasses of
acorn milk a day
why was i so surprised
to be standing
in the middle of
the road
stunned like a deer
in headlights?



when i awoke
the Queen of the Known Universe
offered me good Karma
but as a card carrying
Dark Bird
i quickly turned it
down

the next day
i drank 6 cups
of strong black coffee
to grow my hair
dark like a Raven
and my blood
smart
like a Crow
but i drew the line
at carrion for lunch
since i have
a good
refrigerator

clik hear four new arttststtstart

 

 

 

 

 

 

Upside Down---SOULD

about 30 x 70 oily on a loose canvas

 

i dreamt i was standing
in my shed at night
with my paintings
giving off the light
so that i was able to see
new colors
never seen before
by a Dark Bird



that night
as i sat in my
old lazy boy recliner
staring at the midnight moon
i noticed clowns racing
from one aisle to the next
picking up all the bread crumbs
i had left behind
so i could remember
how i got there



the cars raced by
on the highway
unaware that i was offering
a 50% off
midnight sale
on all my art
a coyote trotted by
but said he had to
"think about
it"
(the most feared words ever spoken)



later that night
i bought some pots and pans
from a rabbit selling on aisle C
and cooked up some
Dark Bird Hash
and Dead Cowboy Coffee



i slept
atop my shed
until awoke by
a stinky start
looked to my left
sure enough
a dead goats head
id left there
from the year before

 

 

Monkey Businesssss Totem

about 20 x 60 oily on a good bord

 

Road Trip
to T and C
along the Jornada del Muerto
also known as the
"route of the dead man"
10 miles outside of Belen
we see a man walking
with dreads to his knees
wearing a gunney sack
& i think i could still
smell him
as we passed
a dying lake
entering Truth or Consequences
where vultures circle
everything
& tourism is headed
somewhere else
so we went to dinner
at an old school steak restaurant
to enjoy the local flavor
where the Dead Cowboys
are still drinking martinis
like nothings changed
since 1965
and all the cars out front
are cadillacs with horns
on their hood
and the only salad they offer
is an iceberg wedge
so upon return
sure enough
we pass the same man
with the dreadlocks
10 miles further down
the road but after
24 hours in T and C
i wonder if he's really
the Dead Man on the
Journado De Muertre

 

clik hear four several moore new paintings

 

 

 

YOnder There---SOULD

16 by 20 oily on a good bord

 

easter at the flea market
dear Jesus
we got bills to pay
can you please
give it a
break?

i have no idea
what you do
but you do it
very very well
(stunned bunny rabbit
staring up
at the Dark Bird Palace)

i bought
a $10 megafone
at the flea market
& screeched
the Great Caw
i was answered
with a moo
a howl
and a
chorus of clucks
truly the birth of the
flea market barn yard



art talent
be damned
proper learning
seems mostly copying
work means
posting online
ill bring
a bucket of grit
& dance my
flea market grind
any day
any time



and since its easter
im gona forgive
that self absorbed
lying piece of shit artist
who lives online 24/7
like someone
who pretends to be something
but is actually nothing



that said
ive always admired
my tendencies
to be more
like the angry wrathful
old testament god
than his
love & peace
son

speaking of resurrection
how many dead people
do you really want to
see return from
the grave?
i mean
really?

 

Red Dawgs at the Tree of Life----SOULD

24 x 30 multicrappia

 

newsletter goes out tomorrow

lots of great stuff

goin the Dark Bird Gazette

if your one of

us

the Dark Bird Gazette

 

 

 

White Buffalo---SOULD

about 48 x 72 of bison power on a loose canvas

 

coyotes tried
to pull a goats skull
from my shed this weekend
its common knowledge
the dark bird palace
is a bone buffet

the first red finch
of the spring
returned to its
ancestral home land
this weekend
she was born
in the eye socket
of a cow skull in my shed
i often wonder if the bird
intuitively knows
how a cow
thinks

he said my art
was ready for
the next leap
to a better place
all day long i wondered
where is this place?
where is this place?

when i paint
at the shed
sometimes
i hear voices
so i turn up the radio
hoping folks wont hear
how embarrassing
the voices
are

visions of no worth
insights that lead
no where
a guru of nothing
i am a tumbleweed sage
that rolled
across the desert
into a flea market
happy that the
wind stopped howling
in my ears

bone therapy
staring 7 hours a day
at a femur
or a skull
it burns away
the bullshit
although i do keep
one good can of BS around
else i wouldnt be
me
would i?

 

NEW ART

 

Return of the Children of the Moon ---SOULD

about 40 x 70 oily on a loose canvas

 

Ritual or Routine

we all have it

one of mine has been to post art

or a photo or maybe just write

on the front page of this website

for many years now

it seems to tether me to the world

& help give meaning to what i do

and in return some people come to my website weekly

to see what ive been up to over the last week

or inquire about a painting .....

its a beautiful dance we dance

when we find the music in our

daily ritual

as an artist

it can become something that people

can hum to

or perhaps with a better tune

some can people dance to

thats what i want to do

make people dance

with my paintings

or with my words

although i gotta confess

theres often alot of confused people

standing around the Dark Bird Palace at the Flea Market

so i may just be a Dark Bird who thinks

he can play the piano with

his beak

 

New Art

 

Return of the Tricksters---SOULD

24 x 48 oily on a good bord

signs and intuitions
hints of possibilities
disappear like a vague dream
by 8 am
on our cultures
timeline

log out
be here
now
opt out
and
go outside



art now a literal reminder
of a symbolic awakening
for the 21st century
that comes loaded with the
attention span of a rat
in a cheese factory

sex
fornication
& fertility rates
dive
leaving behind a trail
of likes and shares
on separate timelines

im right here
in front of you
you dont need to check
your facebook page
to see if im available
for chat


coffee shops are quiet
as a mouse with a mouse
no one talks
in the poets corner
all are logged on
checked out
brick and mortar
soon to be
out of order

driving with a sell fone
the new 21st century
dog and pony trick
can you take a foto
at 75 on the freeway
post it on instagram
share it on Facebook
and not T-Bone
on I-25?

if you read this far
you are in this day and age
attention surplus silly
and your facebook page likes
will be penalized for this
faster than a millennial can
pick up his ifone at a traffic light
to check his re tweets
on Twitter

 

 

 

Hella Totem---SOULD

about 20 x 60 oily hella mess on bord

 

next week the flea market opens

and i will be back in full swing

in my dark bird rhythmn

the weekly routine

the big grind

the never ending journey

into flea market history ;)

which is a big relief

as im pretty lost when im not

outside fighting the elements

or fending off wild animals at the Palace

not to mention the packs of

of big time art buyers who show up

at our little flea market 5 miles north of town...

come sea me this summer

dont forget

its the year of the

Dark Bird

 

 

 

 

 

from one Jackass to another

 

some folks talk

to a sage

maybe a shaman

or their local shrink

for the answers to

the universe

but me?

i drove to Arizona to meet with

the wisest of them all

Bucky the Burro

who told me

hay buddy

from one JackAss to another

all you have to do

is get up and

do it again

 

 

 

 

Febuary 16, 2015

 

im more pissed off this year

than usual

i have no idea why

i dont know where it comes from

and i dont really care

you see i fight demons

and if i cant find one

i make them up

and if i cant imagine someone

who doesnt think i can do it

i know im not

looking hard enough

because i know theyre out there

and im ready for them

any time they are

 

clik hear four moore art

 

 

 

 

Wild Horses---SOULD

approx 24 x 60 band of wild horses on a good bord

 

 

i love wild things

untamed animals

& those lovely people

that explore

the difference between

being crzy & wild

which can look

pretty messy & weird

but its a true path

that will always inspire

always be unique

and in a world where

alot of folks

look the same

talk the same

& even aspire

to be the same

that can feel pretty scary

but the further you go down the road

the more miles you put under your belt

the more your just gonna be

outta sight

and unable to see all those

nay sayers you left behind

on mile marker

one

 

 

 

 

 

 

Desert Magic---SOULD

63 by 40 oily on a loose canvas ez to ship

 

she thinks
im paranoid
delusional
because
i invest in gold
cache water
build grain stores
and keep my guns
locked and loaded
for the coming chaos

it doesnt matter to me
that she thinks im crazy
i will protect her from
the invasions from outer space
because i still secretly add
the best new ray guns from ebay
that money can buy

 

she says
i sound nuts
when i talk
about secret codes
in ancient texts
that theres no
mysterious meanings
in these old dusty books
so i nod my head
and she smiles
at my trivial pursuit
but at nite
i am very close to discovering
where they buried
the giant egg

in the morning
i take secret herbs
shamanic medicines
magic potions
and liquours for visions
she's says its all
quackology
i agree
nodding slowly
as i drop three
protection pills
into her
latte


in the morning
i wave smoldering sage
around the room
clearing out evil
lingering bad memories
and exorcising demons
protecting her
from it all
she says its
superstition
just a myth
and i couldnt agree more
as i watch ghosts hover
just over her head

clik hear four my big winter sale

 

Angel---SOULD

40 x 70 mol oily on a loose canvas

 

January 26 2015

 

 

 

 

Desert Wolf---SOULD

25 x 20 oily on a good bord framed simply

 

tight men
with fat wallets
crowbarred into
their jeans
holy cow if they only understood
what art means
to the one
they love


he wont let me
buy art
he doesnt like paintings
and he really
doesnt like you
no problem lady
me and you
we got a secret
its called a
Dark Bird
IOU



mad money mad money
how a dark bird loves
mad money
its all green
something the husband
has never seen
mad money mad money
how a dark bird loves
mad money


i hide 20 here
i sneak 50 there
sometimes i flip
thru his wallet
to see what i can see
its ok
he wont miss it
and what he doesnt know
wont hurt
him


buying art
an aphrodisiac
for those
who can't fart a dime
but dont worry ladies
if that doesnt work
theres always
the Dark Bird IOU

 

 

Wild Horses---SOULD

24 x 36 on a good bord

SOULD

 

alot of folks ask

what a Dark Bird like myself does

when the flea market closes in the winter

the answer is that i spend alot of time

driving a Kat around looking for

wild horses in the southwest

not a bad job

if you can get

it

 

 

Cadillac Ranch Dark Bird

foto by Kat Livengood just outside of Amarillo Texass

 

2015 is the Year of the Dark Bird

its going to be a big year

one to remember

so thanks for all

who got off the main road

and bought a piece

of my work at the flea market in the past

because the future is about to take flight

this will be

the year of the

DARK BIRD

 

 

 

Fertility Totem

20 x 80 mol on a good bord

 

may this year

be pregnant with possibilities

exploding with cheap gas prices

and booming with the sound of

"who does this guy from north korea think he is

pulling a movie from my metroplex!?!"

the year at the flea market was a good one

and next year i plan on having a few surprices at the Dark Bird Palace

for those that venture off the main road of life

to a small flea market outside of santa fe

just like i hope to offer a few surprise this year to those

that visit my

creaky prehistoric website that was born

at the dawn of the innernet

when no one really knew where

this digital highway was heading

(all roads lead to facebook and two other big box stores nowdays)

so thank you for caring about art

its a small world and theres no sense explaining why

art is important to folks that dont understand that

so a tip of my hat to those that

smile back at that ;)

if you havent already seen

my new art this month you might wannna

click and take a look as there

are some great deals to be had on my

end of the year art

from this full time American Artist

in Santa fe New Mexico

who is undoubtedly the most

famous flea market artist in the world

 

Last Art of 2014

 

 

End of the Alley at 620 Canyon Road

 

i love to build a good fire

Kat loves to serve hot apple cider

and in Santa fe on Christmas eve

everyone gets out and walks up and down

Canyon Road just to say

merry Christmas

have a happy new year

so come by if your in the area

ive got more art in my studio

than a sensible clean nicely spaced gallery will

ever have

which sounds like ive moved the flea market

to Canyon Road

yes says Kat

you certainly have

adios til then

 

 

 

 

Flower Giver---SOULD

1 8x 24 oily on a bord

 

get out
of your head
get out
of your head
i know
its hard to believe
when you think
your that smart
but if you live in there
youll never
make great
art


whats happening?
where am i?
where is my paint thinner?
where is my yellow
i cant find my red
why is it
when i look
for my glasses
they're usually
on my head


dark birds
are frequently
transcendent beings
occasionally disguised
as dirty birds
but then again
sometimes a
black bird is just
a black bird
picking at stinky
day old
road kill


if you skin a bear
its said
they look
like humans
if you skin a human
i wonder
if we look
like a rat
if you skin a rat
add potatoes & carrots
for a very fine
stew


99%
of all human communication
is said to be
non-verbal
a welcome relief to all those
that grunt and mumble
as much as i do

 

clik hear 4 lots more art from a dark bird in new mexico

 

 

 

 

We are Vast--SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a framed bord

 

we all occasionally

get bogged down in the daily grind

it is part of the

surreal deal

although some seem

to rise completely above it

despite frequently seeming to float off

like a balloon with a silly bunny on it

but just beyond the bills

past the daily drama

over the hill from

the seemingly unbearable truths we live with

is the vague recollection many of us have

that there is something

just beyond this memory

that is

ok with us

waiting for us

the brave beings who

lived in a world where there

were no promises or easy answers

just human beings

doing the best they could

and occasionally remembering that

like the stars

in the cosmos

we are vast

 

clik hear four lots of new art

 

 

 

Mustangs of the Rising Moon

by Kat Livengood

 

On the Road

racing around Montana

on a red horse

looking for that moment

that sparkly moment

when Kat puts a dream

into a picture box

gathering the reflected moon light

just past midnight

in the shape

of mustangs, wild horses, feral equine

& sky dogs

its amazing how much

you can see when its dark

its amazing how much you dont sea

in the light

and wouldnt you know it

most folks sleep when

the light is

best

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winter Dark Birds---SOULD

61 x 19

oily on a good bord framed fleabilly

 

when i look back on life

i see a tiny shiny moment when

everything changed in my life

in the blink

of an eye

which is an amazing thing

and a terrorfying thing all wrapped

up together

i suppose there are holy places

where fate meets destiny

and things can transform

or "become"

if we are ready for that

moment

so i will just leave you with the thought

that one of the biggest things that happened

in my life

i never saw coming

but i was ready for it

and knew it when i saw it

the rest as they say

is history

 

 

 

Dead Cowboy rides a Jack Ass---SOULD

oily on a good bord

 

ive heard people say
you cant be an artist
if you paint
and sell your own work
at a flea market
no one will take you serious
no one will pay for your work
and galleries will have
no interest in you
at all

and that may be true
but how i am viewed
by my friends
at the flea market
and that small band
of passionate art collectors
who support my work
is more important
to me than all the gatekeepers
in the world of art
not to mention
other artist who don't fight
the good fight daily

fierce desperation
drove me to the flea market
doing 1000s of paintings
transformed me into a artist
and looking deeply into myself
forged the story
that is mine alone
at the Dark Bird Palace

in my world
i believe that without
a war to win as an artist
i would get no where
comfort and a sense of ease
serve the work of an artist poorly
i am a soldier
on the front lines of art
which means i take
all the bullets & verbal arrows
as well as the spoils
of victory
and also acknowledge
that all could be lost
at any moment

and so the painting
"A Year of Work"
speaks to
my core work ethic
which is desperate & relentless
as well as my precarious perch
which has created a ruthless pragmatism
in my use of materials for art
that also allows me to
paint extravagantly
& to continue to be
the desert iconoclast
who paints at a
small flea market
in high desert of New Mexico

 

the Dark Bird Palace October 2014

 

he told me
he left $30 in quarters
in a pringles can by her bed
when he was done
he stole em back
but the dirty whore chased
him all the way back
to his broke down truck
but never forgit
life is a comma
its not a period
its a comma
and if you see
an exclamation point
just climb it like a
celestial ladder
straight into that ladies head
that asked me
what do you sell?
what do you sell?
i typed out my resignation
right that moment
right that moment
i quit like a nail
hammered straight thru to the other side
like a comma in the middle
of a sentence that cant stop
won't stop
I'm a run on sentence
moving right on down the line
straight to the dark bird diner
where i ate crow for a month
til i growed feathers and a beak
like a fish before it climbed
out of the water
and flew off in a fit
when it rained on the fish
rained on a fish
a fish hates
to get wet
hates rain
never ever rain on a fish
just like you never
wanna whistle in the ear
of a horse
its not horse whistler
its horse whispererer
it sounds like bones
blowing in the wind
i got so many bones
hanging in my shed
when the wind blows
it sounds like
the sweet dead cowboy blues
and its a comma
not a
period
next time bring
a folgers coffee can
they dont tip over
so easy

 

clik hear for moore new art

 

Autumn Dark Birds----SOULD

20 x 60 oily on a good bord

i am haunted
by my memory of Dark Birds
thru my years at the flea market
the sight of these outsiders
hoping around
watching out with one eye
sizing up an apple core
with the other
by the scratchy sound
of them talking to me
when im alone at my Shed
where on weekdays they feel safe
from the crowds
that dont understand them
safe from too much
attention out front

i am inspired by Dark Birds
as they sit a fence line
on a late summer afternoon
when a big thunderstorm cloud sneaks up
behind them
bringing thunder and lightning
and a big wind they use to
float on like a desert
ferris wheel

dark birds
stay at the edge of things
never in the middle
of things
Dark Birds are cautious
too much experience
to be naive about the world
but too much humor to be
cynical about the
lay of the land

i smile at the memory
of watching dark birds
on hot summer days
as they hop on the desert ground
dust flying up around them
as they pop up and down
like slow food popcorn

i day dream at the memory
of Dark Birds
flying over the bold
blue new mexico sky
looking like a dark rip
in the cosmos
a portal
into the animal cosmos
where i find the
dark bird inside of me
the painter who found
himself a home just outside of santa fe
at a flea market
which might as well be
a million miles away
from the tour buses downtown

 

NEW ART NEWSLETTTTTTR TO MORROW SIGN UP HEAR FOR DARK BIRD NEWS

 

 

Flea Market Table---SOULD

i have no idea
how i arrived
at this place on the path
its as though my tale
has been dusting my trail
all along the
way

in a world of
constant change
i am a rusty hinge
with a bic lighter
that turns a can
of WD 40 into a
flame thrower

i want to play the game
i want to be smart & connected
i want to be in big art shows
i want to be famous
and on front pages
of art magazines
and theres not a shred of
evidence to support that
line of BS


dogs on a leash
a new happening at the flea
i cant help but notice
the canines all love
the beef jerky guy


tables of turquoise
tables of tools
tables of beads
tables of used books
and tables of
used VHS tapes
its so obvious when
you find the right place
to sell art

clik hear 4 moore art

 

The Prosperity Painting---SOULD

big oily approx 65 x 40 inchesesees of manna

 

ya know

i dont have a tatoo on me anywhere

& i think im stuck in

1973 driving a 65 mustang

thats running out of gas

but all that

feels modern

compared to the flea market

we are still in 1573

which is yesterdays news

since yesterday i found

a dark bird skeleton

and instead of looking

this darkbird rexus flea marketus in the mouth

i put a saddle on it

and flew it right to the edge of town

where where i saw a long road of

coronados conquistadors marching towards Wal Mart

home of every day low prices

for spray bottles & WD-40

to keep your self cool & flexible

under that Don Quixote

up metal armour suite

just in case you go chasing any

windmills gone rogue

(somedays i just type and somedays i rite and sometimes i dont know what happens when i get behind the keyboard)

clik hear 4 a couple more paintings

 

 

 

Guitar Music---SOULD

24 x 30 oily multicrappia framed fleabilly

 

OMG
i love your art
heres my website card
i do what you do
i will give you
50 cents on the dollar
for that painting
a backhanded bitch slap
disguised as an
art pilgrimage

in my dream
old Rod Stewart
still wearing tight pants
with saggy skin
blocked my way
as i tried to get thru
to the other side

later
waltzing with my shadow
on the front aisle
i took the lead
danced past the spice guy
turned at old pawn jewelry
& dipped at
"get over it"

yes im happy
to sign your book
how do you spell your name?
exactly like it looks now
on amazon used books
for 3.99

i tried to pirouette
but it turned into
an endless spin
that became a
a dark bird screwgun
that wouldnt
return my
call

selfies everywhere
some foto themselves
some paint themselves
some hate themselves
personally id rather
paint a dog in the desert
trying to get
lost

dark bird national bank
offered me a coffee mug
with my new account
i cant pour anything into it
but i can use it like
a fork
to eat crow

transcendent
my new painting
grounded in the
surreal real
of the flea market
doesnt really come close
to explaining the daily dose
of
inexplicable beauty
constant deja vu
sudden epipthanies
awful flashbacks
and other strange
coincidenses
at the dark bird palace
but its just a painting after all
and maybe if im lucky
it will help pay
for the most real of all ...
rent

 

 

 

 

the Dark Bird Palace

foto by flea market photographer Klaus Priebe

 

whats a dark bird?

im asked this question almost daily

for some its just a black colored bird

but for others its a bit more

poetic....

for example

if you find yourself

5 miles outside of

the art capital of the southwest

off the main road

on the reservation

at a flea market

looking at some crzy guys art

in a weird shack

he calls the Dark Bird Palace

well

you just might be a dark bird

 

clik hear for a look at another new totem

 

 

Three Totems---SOULD

72 x 60 on three good bords

 

twomorrows the art newslettr

got several new ones

join up if you want

two sea what eye got

plus some fotos of

desert treasure

(ok its my kinda treasure but who says a got skull aint valuable?)

 

 

 

 

Lips----SOULD

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)

 

 

 

Beauty of a Dark Vision---SOULD

oily multicrappia on a bord or two or three

MY SERENITY PRAYER

 

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

24 x 31 multicrappia

 

art everywhere

art should run the world

art everywhere

no more polyticks

no more more wars

no more rich no more poor

art everywhere

so that everything is art

then nothing is art

a new

start

art everywhere


CLIK HEAR 4 SEVERAL MOORE PEACES OF FINE FINE ART SHURE TWO MAKE UR EATN ROOM FANCY

 

 

 

clik rite hear four moore artsttstststststssssnakes

 

 

 

SS Dark Bird-----SOULD

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)


 

 

 

(couple of really good paintings left on weakly art..clik hear to sea whats left)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 more new paintings

on my art page

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