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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

(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

 

 

 

 

 

Transcendent

about 50 x 70 oily mess on loose canvas

 

tomorrow is

the fancy newslettr

on the lectric mail system

where eye show

new art

new story

great fotos....

ifn ye aint on it

u mite wanna

git on it

rite now

(sighn up up top of the page)

 

 

Three Dark Birds

31 x 12 oily on a bord oily on a bord 31 x 12 oily on a bord 31 x 12 oily on a bord 31 x 12 oily on a bord

 

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

 

Mountain Journey

24 by thirty oily on bord

 

June 9th 2014

 

 

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

 

 

 

Spears

36 x 96 oily on loose canvas---SOULD

clik rite hear for full image and other closeuppers

 

i ate it

couldnt stand the aftertaste

matter of fact it didnt even

taste good when i

typed it

so i used some white out

(prehistoric eraser)

and got rid of it

forgive me jesus

and allah

and all u guys in robes

and a few of u gals

that got chiseled off the face of

mount gawdmore

im a cosmic gnat with a keybord

burp

 

 

8 Seconds ---SOULD

16 x 20 oily on a bord framed flea billy style

 

some folks think riding a dark bird

is easy

just get on its back

enjoy the ride

the views real nice

and theres no waiting

in line

its a VIP ticket to where ever you want to go

except transit time is years and years

of rough traveling in coach

where the food is bad

your seat is breaking your back

and your sitting between

a fat lady who stinks

& a crazy old man who wont shut up

so hold on to your hat

in case you get thrown on your ass

and wonder

why you thought it looked so easy

after all

all you had to do

was stay on the back

of that dark bird

for 8 seconds

 

 

 

the Glorious Survivors

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

 

Cosmic Telegraph---SOULD

24 by 30 multicrappia

 

tomorrows a wild n wool e

newsletter

so if u aint joind up yet

join it today

to git first looks at my art

& the occasional appearance of

my other half

(the crzy schizo ozark hillbilly)

who knows which

will show up?

heck i dont even know

(his appearances arent announced to me either)

 

 

 

 

 

Coyote Protection Painting---SOULD

big oily on loose canvas

 

what is the sweetest spot

in your daily walk thru the stars in the milky way

other wise known as your life?

sit still

remember what you knew

when you were

10 years old

for some

its writing a story

for others its organizing marbles

and for a few

its being a coyote...

today i say protect that golden child for dear life

its your ticket to a better dream

but then again

i have along bushy tale

so be careful what you believe

when a trickster like me sits down

at a keyboard and types

something to be read on the

inner net

 

 

 

 

Flea Market Exit----SOULD

oily on bord

 

 

last week
fancy MOMA museum of modern art
contacted me and asked
if i wanted to be part of a
group show of important
international artist
to which i replied
"im the greatest
flea market artist in the world
& u stick me willy nilly into a group
of fancy pants artist who paint abstracts
thinkn im as green as a tailgater
at his first flea market
on a cold spring morning?
no sirree
eye aint gonna be privy
to that
so when ur ready to give me my solo
u know where to find me
on AISLE J at the flea market
where eye will be paintin
dark birds every friday thru sunday
like i have been for the last 14 billion years"

 

 

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)


 

 

 

 

 

Men aint Socialable--SOULD

24 by 30 multicrappia on wood framed flea billy

last month
a border patrol agent
asked me where i was from
and i tould him
"a star"
which is the truth
but will also get u hung up
in one of those
detention centers
in arizona for about
2 hours

i dance everyday
to sad music
that plays in my head
which i cure upon demand
by simply turning up the RPM's
on the dial in my ear
creating the only crzy song
i can live with

books upon books upon books
about the right paint brushes
the exact pigments
and the proper painting surfaces
to paint upon
and yet
none mention my most important
studio painting tools
an 18v screwgun
a 5 pound mallet
and brushes so caked with old paint
that thay caw like a dark bird
when i paint

hours spent yesterday
working thru the dark bird alphabet
making croaking noises
cawing sounds
confusing & baffling
one old lady
who unfortunately saw me flapping my skinny arms
tryn to take flight from
the ground

please ladies please
come to the flea market
we so desperately need
bands of roaming
female shoppers
to graze on our
land

more color
more passion
more lifting up
of our heavy heads
our weary hearts
isnt this
what its all
about?

 

clik hear for a few new paintngs this weak

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

taking a vacation at the Salton Sea---SOULD OUT

foto by Kat Livengood

 

taking a good rest

i need a vacation

doing close to nothing

just sitting on the beach

breathing

looking

listening

bought a milk shake for a kat

winked at a dark bird

smiled at a desert dawg

ate a one eyed dead fish

and today

i might go full out with a can of beans

extra ketchup please

and then take

a long walk on the beach at the salton sea

to contemplate 2013

and what eye think happened

vs what actually happened

u know

that so called reality thing

that we all try to avoid

im just taking a vacation

walking along the salton sea

looking back and editing my story

like most people do every day

but with a

very very big

eraser.....

what do you think

happened in your 2013?

always like to hear from folks....

 

 

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

 

 

the Human Condition---SOULD

about 16 x 24 framed flea billy style

 

for the last two months

my shed a the flea has been empty

except for the lingering energetic memories

from last year when the occasional powerful experience

would happen that would leave

a strange psychic tremble in the shed

that i still feel at times many miles away

well into january

 

very few would accuse me of being new agey kinda guy

but i do struggle

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

previous lives?

karma?

synchronicities?

medicine? (a friend tales me art is medicine)

or the increasingly delusional imagination of a

bizarre flea market artist?

perhaps any or all of these answers are possible

but those that have experienced these moments

kmow who you are and what

happens occasionally at the Dark Bird Palace...

(the rest of the day can be anything from boring to desperate to unbelievably beautiful)

anyway for now

(and it could all disappear in a minute)

i believe i am

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

 

 

i choose to believe this

just like everyone else

chooses to believe something that gives there life meaning

but its also because to give up this

real or imagined world

which in my case is vast

would be giving up the

the only thing i truly own

(tomorrow is the newsletter with several... lets just say interesting paintings in it)

((may the great CAW be with you))

 

 

 

 

Winter Dark Birds---SOULD

20 x 68 oily on loose canvas

 

dark birds are
grit and beauty
capable of soaring gracefully
high into the blue sky
and then nose diving into
a nasty dumpster
for a leftover taco

dark birds
arent really dark
look closely
and you will see
they are a
beautiful melancholy blue

dark birds are not leaders
dark birds are not followers
they will destroy any club
that will have them
undermine any authority
that commands them
and leave you guessing
everytime you try to
pin them down

dark birds are curious
about everything
picking things up
setting things down
building a nest from garbage
a dark bird crown

dark birds are born
not made
some try to hide
with the robins
some try to fly with the hawks
but everyone knows
a dark bird when they see one
even if the dark bird
is sometimes
the last one
to know

 

clik hear four won more painting

 

 

 

Flea Market 2013---SOULD

 

im not an outlaw or a crook

but when the checkout lady

at the grocery store asked me

to sign the e-pad while she yawnd

that far far far away look

something snappd in my head

like the beautiful crackling sound

an ifone makes

when you run over it in a parking lot

so i drew a dark bird

on the signature line

and she didnt notice

and matter of a fact

no one has noticed

in the last six months

as i launched my dark bird revolt

while practicing my drawing

and who knows

the dark bird i did at the gas station

this week was so good

i may start practicing

my dead cowboys

next

 

3 more new paintings

on my art page

clik hear two sea

 

 

Diablo---SOULD

21 x 16

 

 

ancient anazazi holy site
spiritual to the bone
a quiet whispering wind
honoring the ancient ones
on a late autumn afternon

in the far far distance
i see a puff of dust hurtling
towards me like a blue spirit
something mystical is happening
i feel as though i have
been chosen for something
special

when the vision arrives
it is in the form of a
blue Dodge mini van
with a Utah licence plate
from which 5 small blond demons
tumble out screaming
MOMMY MOMMY LOOK AT THE FORT
LOOK AT THE FORT!
my ears begin to bleed
my brain explodes
my eyes pop out
im having an out of body experience
HAROLD GET THE CAMERA
I THINK THERE ARE
INDIANS BURYD HERE
im dizzy
im nauseous
what is happening to me?
is this a ritual?
i hear voices from
the great unknown
FACEBOOK THIS MARGE
FACEBOOK IT
and now i begin to
projectile barf
i am in the throes
of a white mans vision quest
i see white ants
crawling all over
the ruins
KIDS DO YOU WANT A DING DONG?
i now lose control of my bowels
the lil white demons
have consumed me
and i am now shitting
pure cosmic consciousness
MISTER YOU LOOK LIKE YOU
NEED SOME OF THAT
24 HOUR ENERGY DRINK
the elders watch as the
little demons run furious circles
around the great kiva
waving their arms
in small tomahawk chops
THATS SO CUTE BOYS THATS SO CUTE
and then its over
just as quickly as it began
the teachers from the blue spirit disappear
in another trail of mysterious dust
and i am left cleansed
i have been purified
i have seen the truth
i am now
a white mans shaman

 

 

 

The Light Holders---SOULD

(clik hear four won moore paiintn)

 

lawrence welk on a saturday nite
im watching white people
so white
that all their rhythmn
is in their hair

the naked assasin returns
lost child is found
the dead cowboy
rounds the corner
and 14 billion years later
im still painting the dream
of the misfits in the desert

i found a hole
in the corner of my shed
got out my flashlite
to look down inside
where i saw a mouse
sitting at a computer
watching kat videos

i stapled a headless doll
to the outside of my shed
put the head on sharp stick inside
hoping to achieve
the golden seal of approval
from the better flea & garden magazine


you know your over the hill
when a kid passes you
on the off ramp while hes texting
and still has enough time
to flip you off

 

the Naked Assasin---SOULD

24 by 30 multicrappia----clik hear for two more paintngs

 

in a dream
i was tould to tell you
to whisper this
to yourself
as you read it...

we're not lost
just born with galaxies
shaped like question marks
in our minds

your memory
is water
moving thru your body
into a vast ocean of stars
that flows from a river
of your dreams

the more you feel
the higher the concentration
of gold you will find
in your blood

there are always
two memories standing close to you
protecting you
when you need them
you know who they are
and they have always
been with you


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

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