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


November 2019


if you cant come by the Dark Bird Palace check out my

store link for lots of art....HERE




If God were a Bear--SOULD

11 x 14 oily on wood panel




no ones on websites anymoore

its a digital ghost town

of formerly alive websites

so i suppose

i can write anything post anything

not do anything

cause no one will notice

everyone hangs out at the internet mall

the virtual big box stores

the facebookwalmartinstagrammcdonalds of the world

has happened again

big surprise the internet didnt save us

its the same old same old wrapped in an

iphone bill

tied up with your charger

and billed to your

attention span





Blue Buffalo--SOULD

24 x 36 oily on stretched canvas


my store is backkkkkkkkk Clik hear two sea





Alien Abduction

24 x 36 oily on stretcthceddeded canvas



the aliens underestimated

the tricksters

and were held hostate




Two Paintings on Loose canvas...

40 x 60 oily onloose canvas



12 x 12 oily on bord



is whar

this hare Cat sould at

pert near a

whopper for a fella

from arkanasss who cant

draw a straight





August 7th 2019

two large oily paintings on Loose Canvas


the flood is receding

the creek is going down

all that means is that

the ticks and jiggers

are comin

soon and

the Mo-squitos aint far behind


Double Phoenix

Large oily on loose cavnas


some call it

being born again

some call it Never Say Die

others simply call it

rising from the Ashes

but when theyve tried to

stop you more than once

i call it

Double Phoenix





Dead Cowboy Fish---SOULD

about 30 inches of Multicrappia Deluxe



im totally useless

until i do

the useless stuff

i do

and them

im useful



i saw a mouse in the Palace

he said he would be

disappointed if i didnt

have a mouse in the house

however the rodent said

we had to





the actress said

she loved my paintbrush art

i told her my paintings

were the waste material

in my pursuit of the

perfect paint brush art




i said no pictures of me

i dont exist

and a photo would only

confirm that









CrossRoads Angel--JULY 17 2019---SOULD

24 x 36 stretched canvas


stole my computer

took my home

standing at the crossroads

of left right

north south

up and down

angel with a crown

nothing left to do

but look around

saw kangeroo mice everywhere

lizards ruled the world

ate some ice cream

thought i saw







The Deadly Chuppacabra

30 x 48 inches oily on stretched canvas


its monday isnt it?



Lost Child and Boy Blue---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on stretched canvas



Doe and Horse Spirits

both around 38 x 62 oily on loose canvas


June 18 2019


June 10th 2019


three totems two masks and one little boat to float in



what a great Door...June 3 2019----


no art yesterday

it says on your website

new art every monday til you croak


i guess i did die

it sure felt like it for a while

but u just watch

im about to be

born again)



Paint Brush Gremlins

i said i would post art every monday

til i croaked but what i didnt know

was that a

flood can wipe you off

the face of the earth just like

you was dead


Dark Bird Cosmos---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on stretched canvas



F**kd up Shaman---SOULD

16 x 20 oily on stretched canvas




Dead Cowboy and Indian Multicrapppia Scultpptpt---SOULD

both around 24 inches talll



Springtime for Tricksters---SOULD

about 3

0 x 62 inches oily on loose canvas


Dead Cowboy and ---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a nice bord

Dead Cowboy and Indian with the Tricksters---SOULD

24 x 36 oily on a nice bord


Loose ends become

lost ends

i sold my samurai sword

bought a box of lost promises

kept a secret

broke a tie




they spoke in code

she walked in silence

he told me

John the Redeemer was

coming to save my soul

i told him i needed

a kleenex




they would be back

ive heard that duck quack

if i say the word

honest 7 times

you can bet im a




my lights flashed

on and off

angels danced in the

barn loft

there was a flood of

milk and honey

i think Noah traveled with

Andrew Jackson




cracked tooth epiphany

flying high as a kite

i could look down and see

she was right

i wasnt homeless or helpless

have a pet chicken

wear overalls

or paint watermelons

and all this time i thought

it was about

the art









48 Paintings

all house paint on multicrappia

ez to hang




DOlls----left one sold other two availalblblebleble


when pigs fly 
and horses bet on 
humans crossing 
the finish line 
all the polar bears 
will be fine 
thats when
i'll believe that 
when snow flys 
in mid july 
and all the pain 
is washed away 
like so much 
blue sky 
thats when  
i'll believe that 

when Job says 

that was quick 
when Ahab catches 
the big fish 
when the sun 
rises in the 
that will be the best 
thats when  
i'll believe that 
when my landlord 
waives the rent 
the rich move into 
a tent 
my hair turns 
god knows ill never get 
over you 
thats when  
i'll believe that

when my dads 
pain is gone away 
and my mamas eyes 
smile sweet summer rain 
and my grandpa brings home 
Sam the dog
thats when 
i'll believe that






Two Dead Indian---SOULD

one on the left is 16 x 20 and the right is 24 x 30




The Dark Bird Palace at Night

March 3 2019




injustice must end

this suffering must cease

the tragedy must pass

why must such a small special few

get all the pleasant weather

while the

People get nothing

but grey dreary weather

un compassionate temperatures

un lit skies

nothing close to

Woke weather

so i protest

i march

i sign this petition

and demand justice

fairness and



blue skies

for all


Winter Sales Ends this weeeeek...clik hear and take advantagegege



Buffalo Cosmos---SOULD

24 x 36 oily on a nice board



Crow Eye Totem--SOULD

24 x 48 inches oily on stretctededd d can ca ca caw vas






Desert Safari

big loose me for info


Transmodial highway 
Hawk flying through 
The Blue sky 
In the blink of an eye
I went from here

To there
Secret words
On pottery shards
Primordial memory sticks
To heavens gate
A carry on bag of
Cold ocean water
Slick smooth rabbit road
Coyote expressway 
Chamisa stop signs
Cactus green lights
And arroyo speed bumps 
I’m a interplanetary cowboy 
riding a
Mystic mustang 
Ice cold air
Frozen puddles 
Fiery red sky
Lazy crazy hazy day
Sand moves 
like a snake pancake 
On the highway 
frying pan
Spirit half an inch 
And one second 
Outside myself 
Crossing through the 
Red rock door 
Into Anasazi 
Space and time
A flash flood 
Washes over my

Protection Painting (Let Go)--SOULD

40 x 65 oily on loose canvas









The Invisible Painting (oily on an endless roll of canvas)

january 29 2019


Newsletter tomorrow

lots of great art that im not going to show today

cuz im starting my

reclusive phase now






Dead Cowboy and Indian---SOULd

about 24 x 30 in he c es es es es


heres a link go buy something


Eternal Home---SOULD

January 14 2019




Red Dead Cowboy ---SOULD


clik hear for new art!



Dark Bird Sculpture---SOULD

multicrappia wingspan about 2 foot long


thank you fellow Dark Birds for helping make

2018 one of the best years of my life

you are appreciated






about 40 x 60 loose canvas


happy holidays 2018!




Ocean of Stars---SOULD

16 x 20 oily on stretched canvas


happy holidays



Dec 10th 2018

taking a holiday break

back home in

the Arkansas Ozarks

take a look at some art

that no one wants on my

art page

and be the one who got that painting

that everyone else over





White Buffalo COsmos---SOULD

about 62 x 32 oily on loose canvas


December 3 2018 somewhere in the cosmos







Dark Bird Frontier

Clik it out rite hearararar




oily on loose canvas about 30 x 82 inches


November 19 2018



DC Code

about 26 x 18 paint on an old font board

November 12 2018


New FReakn ART





Golden Bear---SOULD

oily on loose canvas


im a bad liar

a distant also ran

in the race for

truth and justice

and a

did not

enter or finish

in the competitive game of

kissing ass in art

but if you want

a endless stream of psycho babble

an unfiltered flow of semi consciousness

and an existenial moment

in santa fe

come by my Barn and tell me

you love that a weirdo like me can still

survive on Canyon Road





october 22 2018




Coyote Tango---SOULD

24 x 30


October 15 2018




Open Sea--SOULD

16 x 20 oily on stretched canvas


Monday October 8 2018


Reward for 3 Dead Cowboys---SOULD

24 x 36 oily simply framed




Buffalo Butte---SOULD

46 x 62 oily on loose canvas


i lied

she told me

i like the old ways

i said

lets try something new


she said

im old school

like that


i lied



Trickster Dawg

16 x 20 oily on stretched canvas


big news next week




Mesa Myth

39 x62 inchesese SOULD




StarDust Pony---SOULD

about 43 x 64 inches on loose canvas



Desert Safari

64 x 64 oily on loose canvas


August 20 2018





Faces as Masks---SOULD

8 canvas each 16 x 20


Auguess 13 1976


The Beautiful Shadow--SOULD

about 60 x 42 oily----


Jackalope Rodeo--SOULD

16 x 20 oily on board framed


continuing my research

of whats

possible and whats

im possible

im discovering my delusion about

reality is far worse than

i have been led to believe

and as it turns out

there really

are Jackalopes and Unicorns

but i maybe

a complete





26 x 26 oily on simply framed bord


Im not Shaman

im not a wiseman

im not a sage

im the chronic skeptic

the nervous guy sitting in the back

of a church hoping to receive

a secret transmission from the Holy Ghost

a folded note from God

a clue from the universe

a whisper from Jesus

a miraculous image

on my buttered toast

anything to

help me believe

in all these Unicorns and Jackalopes

im surrounded with

here in Santa fe





Man vs Horse

16 x 20 FRAMED

July 16 1996



about 37 x 62 inches oily on loose canvas



Dark Bird Palace---SOULD OUT

at 821 Canyon Road in Historic Santa fe New Mexico


(not bad for an Arkansas Hillbilly)



Animal Voyage---SOULD

about 42 x 63 inches on loose canvas


JUne 18th 2018







Solo Voyage---SOULD

10 x 20 oily on a nic ee bord






The Devils Dawg---SOULD



24 x 24 oily


Im on Mars Central Time Zone




36 x 48 oily on stretched canvas

May 7th 2018




about 37 x 62 inches on loose canvas





Black Sheep---SOULD

11 x 14 oily on a nice board


after years

of being a proud Dark Bird

at a Flea Market

surprise surprise

im in a Barn

on Canyon Road

in Santa fe

now finding out

theres no better way

to know

who you are

than to put yourself

in world where you are


a Black Sheep






Buffalo Hunt---SOULD

oily on 32 x 48 inches stretched canvas



april 9th 2018





about 39 x 61 oily on loose canvas


May 2nd 2018





oily on loose canvas about 64 x 64---






64 x 35 inches oily on loose canvas





Justify and Lost Antler---SOULD

two paintings both about 62 x 33 inches on loose canvas


March 12th 2018







16 x 20 oily



Dead Cowboy and Indians (SOULD)

three 24 x 30 oilys




Protection Painting (the eternal Heart) (SOULD)

about 64 x 40 inches on loose canvas






you do know

im not supposed to be here

dont you?


in the summertime

the closer you get to the sun

the cooler it gets

in the winter time

the closer you get to the sun

the higher the rent



he told me he disliked

all of my paintings

except one

i told him

even a blind squirrel occasionally

finds an acorn


no lady

i dont need a dog

to tell me

who i can trust


i found a poptop

in the barn

an archeological find

that predates the great

I-Phone Asteriod that smashed

into the worlds forehead

lobotomizing vast numbers of monkeys

leading to an extinction

of all language skills

except for one word

that being




Desert Angels---SOULD

63 x 33 mol oily on loose canvas


Febuary 12 2018





The Naked Assasin Kidnaps the Tricksters---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a nice bord


Horse Dream---SOULD

big oily 64 x 33 more less on loose canvas


January 29 2018


lots and lots of art in process

lots and lots of ink drawings in process

and 4 art books in process

will i finish it

before its






Horse Sense---SOULD

45 x 65 oily on loose canvas


after a big trip

a couple weeks ago

into Wild Horse Country

im thinking of applying for








oily on loose canvas about 62 x43


January 8th 2018


Three Masks--(alll SOuLD)

all are around 24 inches tall

suitable for all formal wear occasions




Cowboys and Indians

11 x 14 oily on wood with a nice old frame


Happy Holidays

December 25 2017



In Process...(Happy Bear on Right is SOULD)

December 18, 2017





Inside the Dark Bird Palace November 27, 2017






Dark Bird Font---SOULD

oily on old Printers Tray 23 x 16



Angels & Burros---SOULD

oilly framed about 25 x 30


i have no idea


Dark Bird Mandala---SOULD

about 24-30 inches


November 6th 2017





Double Eagle---SOULD

43 x 62 oily on loose canvas


i was lost

in the desert

with no water

and no face

i had no sense

of place

all directions

pointed lost

i couldnt see the future

couldnt bear to look


and in the present

the only thing

i could think to do

was to build a tall ladder

out of this mess

into the starry skies of

hell yes




Dead Cowboy---SOULD

16 x 20 plus the frame


October 23, 2017




White Buffalo--SOULD

oily on a nice 30 x 40 bord


its about to get very interesting again

after a summer

of smashing my brains

against walls

taking turns down wrong roads

and believing all sorts of

lies and other silly mischief


ive found one true thing

and from that comes

the full on resurrection of my

Dark Bird Palace State of Mind


clik hear for a few more paintings from this week




Guard Dawgs

about 39 x 62 inches on loose canvas


click hear 4 two other new ones!




about 30 x 62 oily on loose canvas


Anxiety writes my

to do list at 2 am

on the inside of my

eyelids with heavy disappearing ink

that compells me to start over again

at 3 am


i am driven

like a crzy one eyed salmon

to swim up my

dry river bed

every nite

slowly evolving two

tiny stick legs

that i drag along

with my obsolete fins

gasping for air

with primal gills

like the monster from the

dark bird lagoon


pondering like

a philosopical freakish monster

i wonder why am i

killing myself at 3 am?

why am i

so compelled to spin my web?

chase that rabbit?

make a list?

caw that caw?






Hang Loose---SOULD

24 x 72 inches oily on loose canvas


im back in the saddle again




Desert Prism--SOULD

about 35 x 62 oily on loose canvas


clik hear to see 7 more new paintings

from my new studio at 821 Canyon Road







24 x 30 oily on stretched canvas


heard the news?

im at

821 Canyon Road in Santa fe New Mexico

a distinct upgrade from

my flea market shed to

a horse stable with

adobe bricks...

im a lucky




Primal Passion--SOULD

about 37 x 61 on loose canvas

Sept 4th 2017


I have a new studio at 821 Canyon Road in Santa fe New Mexico!




about 30 x 20 inches


yes im still

at the Bardo Hotel

ive clearly overstayed

my welcome

im not even sure

i can pay the bill

its possible ive become

a permanent guest

at the crossroads of

home and roam


no more clever answers

witty comebacks

or confident assumptions

i think i left my

brain in the rain

because the size of my thinking

has clearly



sir you meal is ready

sir your room is clean

why oh why

would i ever wanna leave

this sorta cozy comfort

if you know what

i mean?


so i sit in the lobby

some think its

my hobby

ive spent so much time

waiting around

defending my ground

ive completely forgot

what i was

looking for


so how bout this?

how bout that?

im amused and distracted by

the hummingbird wars

the coyote howls

the dark bird caws

& late night growls

i credit this with

my general ambivalence about

where i am who i am and where i am going

as i look thru the eyes

of the bardo hotel


The Woods---SOULD

about 38 x 63 oily on loose canvas




Caw Totem--SOULD

about 82 x 22 oily on a nice simply framed bord


after a week

at my new mountain home

the deer stopped coming around

at morning coffee

later they told me

my company was poor

but it was my

bad poetry that was the last



this morning

even the hummingbirds stayed clear

horror of horrors

they said my breath

smelled like



so i tried to exercise

my poetry blues away

doing crazy jumping jacks in the woods

which made me feel better

but caused the great

black squirrel panic of



and so im left

with my one true

poetry friend

the much maligned

but magnificant king

of the forrest

its just me

and a fly

under the clear

blue sky


the only conclusion i can draw

is that the fly loves

my poetry

or thinks im a kindred spirit

at least

as he offered me a first edition

of his new book

"Catcher of the House Fly"

which i tell him is pure genius

regrettably ive never seen

the fly in public

since then



Guardians of the Multiverse---SOULD

about 48 x 62 oily on loose canvas


clik hear 4 moore paintings here



49 x 64 oily on loose canvas



Dead Cowboy and Indian---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a nice bord

July 24 2017



Dead Indian---SOULD

oily on loose canvas about 63 x 38 inches





24 x 30 oily

10:02 July 10th 2017



Five Dead Cowboys---SOULD

about 28 x 60 inches on loose canvas


July 3rd 2017




Saddle Up--SOULD

16 x 20 oily multicrappia on a nice board


if it were easy

everyone would





Dead Cowboy GhostWorld (SOULD)

24 x 30 oily on a bord





Dead Cowboy Totem--SOULD

the totems are 79 x 15



last week i said

i had big news for this


and i do

but i cant tell



maybe next week!




They Wore Black---SOULD

16 x 20 oily on a nice bord


june 5 2017

big news

around the


check back

next week!





Three Small Totems---SOULD

each 36 x 12 oily on stretched canvas


Merry Christmas





36 x 55 inches oily on loose canvas 

clik hear for

three moore paintings





Brown Bear Totem---SOULD

about 29 x 62 oily on loose canvas


Dark Bird

cocks his head

ruffles his


leans into

the great CAW

time and space


humanity pours forth

like mixed candies

from a smashed

interstellar pinata

raccoon sees dinner

scurries over

picks up

the starshine sweets

with child like fingers

candy looks up


dear Gawd

is that







Cosmic Corvids--SOULD*

about 60 x 29 oily on loose canvas


Spring Snow

blows thru

cottonwood trees

like puffs of

frozen pollen

while a cold crow

sits high upon its

chlorophyll iceberg

a perfect

pirate flag

for this vessel as it

floats away in search

of road kill in


Santa fe






All Stories---SOULD

18 x 22 multicrappia on a bord framed simply


back from

a short vacation break

went to the ocean

brought back the

tide inside

now im ready

for this coming


big ride


click hear four several other new paintings



24 x 30 oily on a nice bord


everythings gonna be ok



Light Holders & the Attack of the LizardBrains---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a nice bord


which one are you?





Bobcats and Wild Horses

Dark Birds and Bears

and Antelope and Turtles


all three Paintings are about 60 inches long


March 27th 2017




They Might be Giants---(SOULD)

about 50 x 60 oily on loose canvas

are you ready for the

new story?





Inside the Red Cave

about 38 x 63 oily on loose canvas


March 13 2017



The Trickster Rides the SnakeBite Chupacabra---SOULD

36 x 62 oily on loose canvas



clik here 4 a couple more paintings available...





16 x 20 oily on stretched canvas


febuary 27 2017




UnChartered Waters---SOULD

32 x 48 oily


several great pieces still available on my winter art sale (not all pieces are sale items but most are)


clik hear two sea





febuary 13 2017


lots of great art still available on my winter sale!

clik hear to see whats left



Snakebite Chupacabra---SOULD

18 x 24 oily on a nice bord

the inner state
of america
home of the free
land of the brave
have you tried
our all you can eat
buffet today?
are you
hitchhikers maybe
escaped convicts
turn around
its not too late
stop here
art made by
real indians
try our
black jack tables
roll the dice
spin the wheel
did you know Jesus
died for your sins?
Rush Limbaugh on
AM 101.5 radio
park your rig
drop a load
get a free trucker shower
eat a 64 ounce steak
and win a free
heart attack
no pets allowed
did you know
president Obama is a Muslim?
go to our website
for the whole
shocking truth
did you know
dodging roadkill
with an 18 wheeler
12 inches from your
did you know
you cant drive 75
when you have
the red state blues?
did you know
the end is
did you know
Sooner football
is going all
the way?


clik hear for several new paintings



King Krow---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a nice bord

january 30, 2017


clik hear to Check out my BIG WINTER ART SALE!


Three Coyotes------SOULD


16 x 20 oily on a bord ez to hang


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Trickster Talk--SOULD

24 x 36 oily on a good bord


January 16 2017





the Dead Cowboy the Indian Princess & the Trickster---SOULD

24 x 36 oily on a nice bord


January 9th 2017


clik hear 4 available art!




about 37 x 62 oily on loose canvas


January 2nd 1878



Mask Dance---SOULD

about 40 x 60 oily on loose canvas


Happy Holidays!



Dark Bird Rendevous---SOULD

36 x 24 three panels oily corvids all


she had walked
into a hogan
near Hopi
looking for directions
hexed by an old witch lady
knocking Betty backwards
all the way to the truck
back down the road
she came in on
right then and there
Backwards Betty was born
from that day
everything she did
was in reverse
walking down the aisles
wearing her hat
all turned around
unbeading necklaces
unstitching clothes
putting up a closed sign
when she was open
skinning her tent
turning it inside out
flipped her card table
upside down
driving into the market
in reverse
arriving late
leaving early
eating breakfast for lunch
lunch for breakfast
if someone asked
her what she sold
she told them
she was a
complete contrarian freak
she was
Backward Bettys Boutique
a Contrarian Consortium
of Flea Market Oddities
and unCollectibles


clik hear 4 moore holiday cheer!


Dead Cowboy & the Naked Assasin in the Land of the Unseen---SOULD

oily on loose canvas about 85 x 30

woke up at 3 am
christmas morning

on the bathroom floor
except i was hovering slightly
above myself
staring down
at myself
curled up
around the porcelain god
i thought this guy needed help
which would be me of course
he started
saying something incoherant
drunk maybe sick maybe
knocked out cold
slowly coming to
staggering up
rubbing his eyes
but not seeing me
we were overlapping
at the edges
it spooked me
i hadnt prayed in 30 years
but tonite i was born again
"help me jesus help me jesus"
thats what a christmas ghost
will do to you
i thought
i was like a kid asking
for forgiveness after its
way too late
and then i started doing
a little tiny holy dance
still praying louder and louder
"help me jesus help me jesus"
thats when i noticed a
snake tail hanging off
the sinks edge
it was a cottonmouth snake
in the vanity
dont ask
it makes no sense
but after seeing my holy ghost
it made sense to me
for help from Jesus
he required an act of faith
the handling snakes
so i kissed it on the nose
its little tongue
licking my eye
then wrapped it around my arm
and began dancing with it
chanting to jesus
and keeping an eye
on my
barfing holy ghost
when i heard
a pounding on the door
the sort of desperate sound
only satan could make
when he knows hes losing
your soul
so i picked up the pace
on my dancing
started kissing the snake again
and preying
"thank you jesus"
over and over again
satan knocked again
it surely must be judgement day
or judgement hour
i glance into the bathroom mirror
& see myself
kissing the cottonmouth
chanting to jesus
and now my holy ghost is sitting
on the toilet wiping spit from his mouth
so i figured this is it
get whats coming to you
i opened the door
and there stood
Santa Claus
old Saint Nick
Kris Kringle
he handed me
a bag of coal
and said
"Merry Christmas...Dont screw up again"



Done with the Flea Market 2016

Dec 2016

Bone Man
brought me a red bull
sayd this har weather
aint no account
we orta git away
from this har pop stand
its ovr for the year
i hear they got a
real hum dinger
of a flea in Mesa
with concrete floors
a metal roof
snow cones
corn dogs
and plenty of snow birds
with fancy RVs
& them cheeseheads spend
folding money like
its going outa style
yessir lets pull up stake
& haul tail to


new art


the Unseen World---SOULD

about 38 x 62 oily on loose canvas


two bobcats
wandered into our
hotel room
interupting my
amourous advances
i was so stunned it never occurred to me
to tell them
to get their
own room

traveling to
a wild horse hideout
we had elected to stay
at the camelot inn
in Fargo
notorious for illicit rendevous
excellent turkish coffee
and rowdy bobcat

in the lobby of the hotel
i had coffee with an
egyptian pharaoh
who wore dark shades
with a big smile
he told me the secrets
of cooking sheep Kabobs
and the ancient technique of
bobcat seduction

upon hearing my story of
Bobcatus Interuptus Whoopee
the Pharoah proclaimed
and we strolled outside
to inhale a beautiful field of dreams
where buffalo and antelope
were doing yoga in
tie dye tee

i later returned to the room
hopeful she still loved me
reinvigorated by my
newly acquired secret knowledge
of bobcat love
and grateful to the
for all he had taught me
over turkish coffee
my love did inform me
that i would have to
take off the tie dye
if i wanted to get




Traffic Jam in North Dakota

Photo by Kat Livengood


on the road this week

will post new art next



Were all Dead Cowboys

24 x 30 oily on a good bord (SOULD)

i am dark
like the
shiny blue feather
on the
that caws
the corvid blues
the shiny shiny
monday morning
dark bird blues

echoes of memories
buried beneath my skin
often confused as
a spiritual message
from a celestical diety
i think its
most likely
a scientific poltergeist
rising up
out of my DNA
that says
run far far

and blend
nothing like
the digital realm
it' s wholly
the signature of
a coyote
running backwards
down the
rabbit hole
taking his
tracks with

the flea market
indian cowboy
spins his rope
dancing in the
eye of the storm
his wife digs
for the lost city
of gold on
aisle K
theres not much
money to be made here
but we are all living
our damned stories
as best we can
its not oblivion
after all
but you can
almost see it

i paint another
dark bird
its wings fluttering
in the late fall wind
it Caws
sending a
corvid echo
time and space
does your fancy art
ever make you
feel more

a head with two
beady eyes
popped up out of
my wood pile
a squatter inside
a squatters shack
this land belongs
to the reservation
and i am
an arkansas traveler
my partner
in crime
a sneaky
grey squirrel

the ruts from the
monsoon rains
growing deeper
into my memory
rivers of gold
now mud
my footprints
once prominent
now blowing away
in the winter winds
letting go
always beautiful
dark bird




Dark Birds and Wild Horses---SOULD

24 x 30 oily on a good bord



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24 x 30 oily


October 17th 2016


two more weeks at the flea market this year!




Deer Protection Painting---SOULD

about 38 x 63 oily on loose canvas


i saw a guy

yesterday who told me

he had 4 Thomas Kinkaides

which prompted me to

tell him

that today is your lucky day

i am here to relieve you of

the burden

of light

today the full truth


in the form of a Dark Bird

giving you a handle on

both left and right

he laughed and walked away

happy with his copy of an original


by the master of


the painter of blight



Big Dawgs of the Desert---SOULD

about 40 x 60 inches on loose canvas


in santa fe
it appears we have left
modern medicine
far behind
and now use only
the shamanic
healing techniques
of ancient cultures
where the average
life expectancy

be gone narcissus
be gone from
my shed
thee offends
my ears
with your endless
be gone
narcissus flea walker
your mouth is large
your ears have disappeared
be gone
flea walker

a mid life crisis
in santa fe
doesnt require a
red corvette
or a 25 year old
all that is required
is a shamans license
and a few tubes of
acrylic paint
to smoooosh around
while energetically
healing people

the crazy lady told me
the FBI placed tracking devices
inside her tent
and the CIA followed her
with drones
but the most bizarre part
was that ive had
the same exact

when politcal correctness
meets flea market dharma
a dark bird chases
the unicorn back back over
its rainbow into
a black hole
where i can assure you
there is no




36 x 63 mol oily loose canvas


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American Refugee---SOULD

16 by 20 oily on a good bord


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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(SOULD)------

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



Sept 5th 2016


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Trickster Fun---SOULD

about 60 x 39 oily on loose canvas



August 28 2016






Dead Cowboys and Indians ( 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

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

ragged tarps
blowing gently
in the wind
dust devils kick up
in the parking lot
and the sun shines
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


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Desert Dawgs

110 by 43 oily loose canvas


that smell
coming from atop
the Dark Bird Palace
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.....--SOULD

August 1st 2016




Flea Market Cosmos--SOULD

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




Trickster Underworld---SOULD

oily on a loose canvas 64 x 36


july 18th 2016





American Durga---SOULD

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
to shrugs
thumbs up
thumbs down
the occasional
windmilling of my arms
and my most valuable
the pointing into deep space
when folks ask me about

i am simple maker of pictures
burnt sienna
raw umber
warm yellows
& making marks across my canvas
call me a painter
i will leave the
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
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

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

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

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



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

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

when sane people stop
accelerating when others
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

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
and playing
but evolved into precious baboons
with guns & twitter accounts
maybe you can understand
why im so happy to be
an unevolved
doing crude paintings
in a shack at a
flea market

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

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

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

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


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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



especially if your first tongue is


(CAW the Great CAW)


New Art




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
im a lucky son of a gun
and i have it made
and thats why
i have to put
the devil in a
so he can't get out
and run wild thru my head
because im a lucky
son of a gun
and i have it
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



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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---SOULD

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


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


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


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


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




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---SOULD

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

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


three card monty


hong kong phooey

but im always jonzing

for aisle J

trying to score

making my play

painting the day


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


(its slim pickns for slow pokes)









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
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



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






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







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


happy crzy dark bird 2016






Old West Ouroboros--SOULD

about 20 x 30


holy multicrappia!

i have a big newsletter full of art


so sign up for the Dark Bird Gazette

if you want a front row seat

to view the full catastrope

of my art





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?


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


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

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
the smell of the
desert wild
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

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




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

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

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

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

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

forced exodus
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

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






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
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

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


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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

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
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…
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


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

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



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


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

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

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
dead cowboy

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

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





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


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



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


(click heres 4 another painting)



Side of the Dark Bird Palace

monday 10:11 PM



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


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

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

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




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

"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

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

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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
(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
& 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

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

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


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


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

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
i hear voices
so i turn up the radio
hoping folks wont hear
how embarrassing
the voices

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
would i?




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

log out
be here
opt out
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

& fertility rates
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








Desert Magic---SOULD

63 by 40 oily on a loose canvas ez to ship


she thinks
im paranoid
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
i agree
nodding slowly
as i drop three
protection pills
into her

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
just a myth
and i couldnt agree more
as i watch ghosts hover
just over her head

clik hear four my big winter sale



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

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

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



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




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





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

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

of all human communication
is said to be
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








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


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
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





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

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


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

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

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

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

my new painting
grounded in the
surreal real
of the flea market
doesnt really come close
to explaining the daily dose
inexplicable beauty
constant deja vu
sudden epipthanies
awful flashbacks
and other strange
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 ...





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


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


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?)






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

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



small oily on bord

july 14 2014


a 45 watt bulb
standing on a
richety old chair
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

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


clik hear four two more wild thangs two sea





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



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




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


art everywhere





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

(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


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

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)

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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