im gonna miss u at the flea

u always had a smile

and a kind word as well

didnt expect u to pass

to the other side

so soon

but really anyone who works at the flea

knows that things change fast

so if theres a big market

on the other side

knockem out with those

great fotographs

the wolf the horse and the strange beauty of the west

u captured in your frames

RIP Billy

and a few chickn trucks

piled high with

mctenders….

mostly arkansas is a rural state

run thru with churches

wall mart and college football

but the commmodification

and amplification

of commerce is fierce here

mostly in shopping malls

and strip centers full of faux italian

sandwich shops in a metal building veneers

but who can blame folks for wanting to make a living

(only 2 generations away from being a hill billy in a log cabin with no running water will do u like that)

and by god im rite there with them

on paying bills

but really

how long can endless mindless growth go on?

its all run on dead dinosaur dreams

even my paints are oil based

and thats prolly why i love the desert so much

the land is completely utterly indifferent

to what we as humans do

to ourselves

even the gas clouds we throw up

will mostly just exterminate ourselves

as the desert will go on

just as surely as the sun

will rise

and a hammr in the other

your hands are full

and running can

become more difficult

very small drawin with ink 3×5 inches....radiation cowboy

the market is open

prolly wil snow on me

i doubt any crows will

even talk to me

but i will be there

painting in snow mittens

cleaning the shed out

and getting ready

for a new year

at the tesuque pueblo flea market

clik hear to sea a bit of where i started painting in arkansas

full color of paintings and writes

plus some fotos

click hear to view the Rossyln Chapel page

from Wackypedia


Glencoe Village (Gaelic: Gleanna Comhann) is the main settlement in Glen Coe, Lochaber, Highland, Scotland. It lies at the north-west end of the glen, on the southern bank of the River Coe as it enters Loch Leven (a salt-water arm of Loch Linnhe).



The term ‘Glencoe Village’ is a recent one (appearing on a few road signs only in the last 20 years), however the setting in Glencoe valley is quite historic as it is near the site of the massacre of MacDonalds by the Campbells in the 1690s, acting on the orders of King William III. The village occupies an area of the glen known as Carnoch. Even today there is Upper Carnoch and Lower Carnoch. A small hospital, with no emergency services (Fort William is the nearest) lies at the far end of the village just over an arched stone bridge. Within Glencoe Village there is a small village shop (now a Nisa), local church, history museum, Post Office, Glen Coe mountain rescue center, numerous quality bed and breakfast establishments, and a small primary school. Several eating establishments are around including the Carnoch Restaurant situated in Glencoe village, and Clachaig Inn situated at the mouth of the glen. Glencoe is also a popular location for self catering holidays; with many chalets, cottages and lodges available for weekly and short break rental. Also located in the village, but along the A82, is the Glencoe Visitor Center, run by the National Trust for Scotland. This modern (constructed in 2002) visitor center houses a coffee shop, store, and information center.

prolly cau se i cant spell

its dark and gloom y here

but thay bring grog and tale me

theres a maiden in the lane

waiting for me

if i agree to behave

pretty bad around christmas

and so this year i decided

to take a trip to

the crossroads in mississippi

Joseph Campbell

and it was cold

darkness swallowd everything….

(if u can bear anymore of this aweful stuff clik hear)

i blog every thursday

im in miami looking at the art

and the ocean

and the pretty ladys

its a rich world here

a fella could get lost here and never remember

he was an artist

forget who he is forthe most part

but really i feel like a dusty old cowboy here

of course

tomorrow i will be sitting out front of the international art miami

with my paintings

and i can guarantee

one way or the other

it will be memorable

as ive already pulled up beside a few of that

slick and fancy crowd here

thay look at my like im sorta wild eyed animal

no fancy clothes, no trendy haircut (ok maybe i shoulda cut my hair one time in the last 4 yeras)

and mostly here on southbeach

i dont got that rock hard body all these young prettyss have

but i do have a huge painting of crows

and a couple of my little devils with me

i suspect thay will keep me safe and sound

if you care to

im gonna try to blog every day to keep folks up to speed if i need

bail money

k

i thought

geez im gonna be a fancy modern artist

but before i knowd it

folks was calling me names that kinda didnt speak towards

what i thought was my sophisticated approach to modern contempt orary art

ive been called folk artist more times than i care to admit

which leans on that saying that goes something like

you can take the boy out of arkansas

but you cant take the arkansas out of him

folk art

im getting older

the clock is ticking

and i think alot about whether

i can justify the space and place

i take up in this world

especially after seeing so many faces in india that were hungry for opportunity of any kind….

those folks made me think alot about reincarnation

and how much thay may know about life

thru the immediacy of their circumstance

that a comfortable western life may never

feel or understand

we all wanna matter

be useful in some way

& i hope that if i am reincarnated i dont reappear

as a gaseous cloud somewhere

behind pluto

(on second and third thought that might be kinda inneresting)

my confession board should be open for all us folks with no religion by next week

a talking snake

an apple

a garden full of all u ever need

and a lady named eve…..

clik hear for moore

naturally

others

was born that way

clik hear

or are they covered with feathers?

maybe you have fish scales

all over your face

some of us are full blood coyote

trickster

if ever someone runs for president

like thay dont care if thay

win or lose

and just tale the truth

i will vote again

in the mean time

i vote for art

some days

when im out on the rez

creating my dream

selling my art

working with folks

from all over the world

it feels like a dream

and sometimes it really is…

it snowd the night before

and it was cool and wet

but folks came out to sea me anyway

they smiled and we talked of mystery…

to the north

it was clear blue sky

all the way to taos…

to the east

rain was settling over the mountain

a rainbow hovering at the base

aspens on fire a golden yellow

and the morning snow

still lingered at the peak….

to the west

the sun was setting…

sam

my african friend from nambia

was packing his goods trying to leave

his truck was stuck in the mud

we all laughed

we didnt care

it was beautiful out there today

she sayd i was crazy

eratic

messing around with insane things

maybe i was even autistic

(that one really pissd me off)

no i sayd

just because i dont stand in line

dont mean i got it all wrong

im more than u thingk

crazy at the least

or maybe a bit better

my new blog is rite hear if u clik it that is

like a white elephant

with a bad attitude

i dont forget

and forgiveness

is for jesus

every year santa fe burns

old man gloom

Zozobra

clik hear to see the full story

or non story

Yesterday I was in Taos and un predictably suddenly found myself at the top of the world near Wheeler Peak. It is the highest peak in the U.S. state of New Mexico, with an elevation of 13,161 feet (4,011 m). It is located in the northern part of the state, northeast of Taos. It lies in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, the southernmost subrange of the Rocky Mountains.

Named in honor of Major George Montague Wheeler (1832 – 1909) who for ten years led a party of surveyors and naturalists collecting geologic, biologic, planimetric and topographic data in New Mexico and six other southwestern states. The mountain was formerly called Taos Peak, after the nearby town of Taos, New Mexico.

disenfranchised well to do army of us

thay call us secular

you can spot us most easily

by the bumper stickers on our cars

the christians would say we are sinners

or worst yet lukewarm

we dont believe in anything specifically

but we believe in most everything

but “that”

we are fond of saying

“its all good”

i suppose we forget

a broken leg hurts like hell

we revere anything

from blue angels to animal magic to the

knights of the round table

and a few of us even

think highly of jesus by another name

but when passion is spread out

so thinnly among any deity you could find

in a santa fe new age shop

and theres no threat of hell….

because well, its all good

its turned most liberal do gooders

into road kill for the right wing

because fundamentalistism

is ready to die

fight a war kill a man

destroy the planet if thay have to

right here right now

for their one name one thing

which is something

the secular world

just dont have

www.kellymoore.net

view the new Bjork Video

holy god

take your pick

jesus, shiva, buddha, muhammed

(same mailbox different forwarding address)

or maybe the most revered of them all

cold hard cash

im back

back where i belong

lost my partner along the way (what a fool i have been)

got so sick i almost had to stay (shiva on my ass)

spent so much money (i built a golden calf)

that im back to pay the man

after surviving

the india

everyone reads about

in those fancy pie in the sky tourist books

as well as the india

that softens my heart

and steeled my vow

forging a new found

fire in my belly

with a new hammer in my hand

(dont forget the coyote tail)

and a thank god

for the red dirt where i stand

& folks that know my heart

thru thick and thin

amen

last year

moving thru old ruins and ancient things in india

and this week

it happened

the actual amazing place

was found in my waking life

but part of the dream was not with me

and so

i turn the corner understanding more about dreams

they are not as simple as

a vision or a drawn up plan

they are mysterious things

not always meant to be

or maybe just partially meant to be

and occasionally in a rare dream

the outer meets the inner

teasing us to build more

bridges for the water

of our underworld

to pass thru

our daily lives

Ranakpur is a village near Sadri town in the Pali district of Rajasthan in western India. It is located between Jodhpur and Udaipur, in a valley on the western side of the Aravalli Range. Ranakpur is easily accessed by road from Udaipur.

Ranakpur is widely known for its marble Jain temple, and for a much older Sun Temple which lies opposite the former.

The renowned Jain temple at Ranakpur is dedicated to Adinatha. Light colored marble has been used for the construction of this grand temple which occupies an area of approximately 60×62 meters. The temple, with its distinctive domes, shikhara, turrets and cupolas rises majestically from the slope of a hill. Over 1444 marble pillars, carved in exquisite detail, support the temple.The pillars are all differently carved and no two pillars are the same.It is also said that it is impossible to count the pillars.Also all the statues face one or the other statue,There is one beautiful carving made out of a single marble rock where there 108 heads of snakes and numerous tails.One cannot find the end of the tails. The image faces all four cardinal directions. In the axis of the main entrance, on the western side, is the largest image. The construction of the temple and quadrupled image symbolize the Tirthankara’s conquest of the four cardinal directions and hence the cosmos.

The dating of this temple is controversial but it is largely considered to be anywhere between the late 14th to mid-15th centuries. Inspired by a dream of a celestial vehicle, Dharna Shah, a Porwad, is said to have commissioned it, under the patronage of Rana Kumbha, then ruler of Mewad. The architect who oversaw the project is said to have been named Deepaka.

This temple was nominated as one of the top 77 wonders in a contest for the new seven wonders of the world.

india makes me

feel like a laggy old

2001 dell computer
overloaded with imagery

all the wrong format

the sounds i hear

dont work on my speakers

my hard drive

smells like something is burning
and my connection speed is all messed up

its freezing me up and

spinning my mother board all around

one page jumping in front of another

the wrong letter ahead of the other

i got a warning sign on my screen yesterday

told me the function i was attempting

was illegal

what a magnificant mess this is

my machine is possessed with

shiva destroying and creating

what i thought was

rightside up

i think im gonna crash

so help me vishnu

today i journeyed to agra

site of the taj mahal

reluctantly

as i know its a tourist magnet

and sure enough

what a nightmare getting past

the touts (taxis, thiefs, snake oil etc…)

the fare for foreigners

was about 1000 times higher

than india residents as well

the line for me to inter

was almost 200 yards long

and the wait

almost 2 hours

while being a sitting ducks to every scam under the sun…..

what an awful start

and i was really revved up to write a slamming

blog on the biggest holy cash cow in india

but

honestly

its the most beautiful building i have ever seen

(and ive seen a few)