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the Dark Bird Palace (the Shed)

Absurdity is my Friend (million selling NYT best sellr 4 sure)

 

 

Visit me at the Tesuque Reservation Flea Market

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

(March thru November).....

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

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

 

 

 

 

the Fox News Anchor and the Devil

12 x 16 multicrappia on a good bord

 

im not a liberal

and im not a conservative

im an observer of the

human drama

and my art frequently reports back

what i sea

and hear

so when i accidentally stepped in front

of a TV last week and heard

some of the stupid crap Fox News

proports to be news

i realized i had swallowed their

hook line and sinker...

nah this aint the news

its not even a good soap opera

this is a deal with the devil

and how people get rich

when your not paying close

attention to their

wallet

 

 

 

 

Mustangs of the Rising Moon

by Kat Livengood

 

On the Road

racing around Montana

on a red horse

looking for that moment

that sparkly moment

when Kat puts a dream

into a picture box

gathering the reflected moon light

just past midnight

in the shape

of mustangs, wild horses, feral equine

& sky dogs

its amazing how much

you can see when its dark

its amazing how much you dont sea

in the light

and wouldnt you know it

most folks sleep when

the light is

best

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winter Dark Birds

61 x 19

oily on a good bord framed fleabilly

 

when i look back on life

i see a tiny shiny moment when

everything changed in my life

in the blink

of an eye

which is an amazing thing

and a terrorfying thing all wrapped

up together

i suppose there are holy places

where fate meets destiny

and things can transform

or "become"

if we are ready for that

moment

so i will just leave you with the thought

that one of the biggest things that happened

in my life

i never saw coming

but i was ready for it

and knew it when i saw it

the rest as they say

is history

 

 

 

Dead Cowboy rides a Jack Ass

oily on a good bord

 

what can i say

another year has come and almost gone

at the Tesuque Flea Market

and what a year it was

with

the Dead Cowboy

Lost Child

Dark Birds

Little Green Aliens

and a few Jesus sightings as well

(Elvis was also seen selling incense on aisle B )

not to mention all the great people ive met

and the generous few who bought a piece

of my art which lets me continue to be

your local flea market artist

(dont they have them in every town?)

and keep working in my own

multicrappia dark bird sorta way...

tomorrows my monthly art newsletter

which will yet again feature pretty much

no important gallery annoucements or upcoming art shows

or articles in glossy art magazines that are

featuring my art (gawd knows i tryd fer years to ring that bell)

but it will have some interesting art and

fotos by the lovely Kat Livengood of me painting at the Grand Canyon

a few weeks ago

so join up if your not already subscribed

to the Dark Bird Gazette aka my monthly art newsletter

 

 

 

 

Flea Market Gold

about 24 x 36 on a good bord framed flea billy

 

i bought 25

UFO commemorative coins

and a Richard Nixon for President

bumper sticker yesterday

now thats real flea market gold

that im mining

i also heard about a guy who

on aisle M who had

some sweet 1970s

baseball cards for sale

thats what i call

flea market gold

two weeks ago i bought a

signed copy of a book by Eli Levin

about the art colony in santa fe in the 1960s

and i gotta say

you wont find that in a

brick and mortar or a virtual hub

anywhere that i know of

its a flea market i paint at

and its just like life

its a bit unpredictable and somedays

are better than others

but for someone like me

its all flea market gold

 

clik hear to sea my new painting Desert Dawgs

 

 

A Years Work

60 x 24 mulitcrappia gone viral

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

the Dark Bird Palace October 2014

 

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

 

clik hear for moore new art

 

Autumn Dark Birds----SOULD

20 x 60 oily on a good bord

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

Flea Market Table---SOULD

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

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

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


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


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

clik hear 4 moore art

 

The Prosperity Painting---SOULD

big oily approx 65 x 40 inchesesees of manna

 

ya know

i dont have a tatoo on me anywhere

& i think im stuck in

1973 driving a 65 mustang

thats running out of gas

but all that

feels modern

compared to the flea market

we are still in 1573

which is yesterdays news

since yesterday i found

a dark bird skeleton

and instead of looking

this darkbird rexus flea marketus in the mouth

i put a saddle on it

and flew it right to the edge of town

where where i saw a long road of

coronados conquistadors marching towards Wal Mart

home of every day low prices

for spray bottles & WD-40

to keep your self cool & flexible

under that Don Quixote

up metal armour suite

just in case you go chasing any

windmills gone rogue

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

clik hear 4 a couple more paintings

 

 

the Naked Assasin and the Golden Gun---SOULD

24 x 60 oily on a good bord

 

Sept 1st 2014

thank you for looking

 

(clik hear four other new paintings)

 

 

 

Lost

15 by 20 multicrappia in a kitchen drawerrrrr

 

sometimes its hard to explain

how you dig yourself

out of a dark hole

when things are hard

and you cant imagine

anything going good

and to top it off

alot of folks will tell you

to keep your chin up

things arent that bad

when the truth is

some of us just need a bigger shovel

and the deeper the hole gets

and the farther i get from HOPE

the biggr my grin gets

until i get so dark

the only thing u can sea

in my heart shaped hole in the ground

is my bright shiny teeth

smiling liking a crazy dead cowboy

just before i come out

on the

other side

 

 

 

 

Guitar Music---SOULD

24 x 30 oily multicrappia framed fleabilly

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

the Dark Bird Palace

foto by flea market photographer Klaus Priebe

 

whats a dark bird?

im asked this question almost daily

for some its just a black colored bird

but for others its a bit more

poetic....

for example

if you find yourself

5 miles outside of

the art capital of the southwest

off the main road

on the reservation

at a flea market

looking at some crzy guys art

in a weird shack

he calls the Dark Bird Palace

well

you just might be a dark bird

 

clik hear for a look at another new totem

 

 

Three Totems

72 x 60 on three good bords

 

twomorrows the art newslettr

got several new ones

join up if you want

two sea what eye got

plus some fotos of

desert treasure

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

 

 

 

 

Lips

approx 36 x 36 of lipsmackn multicrappia

 

less wolf
more rabbit
less whisky
more beer
less heat
more rain
words fail me
if you know
what i mean

mister
im an 8 year old
cowboy from texas
do you want any
spearmint chewing gum?
i also have juicy fruit?
my most memorable
exchange at the flea
this weekend

an apple core
thrown onto
aisle J
same time
same place at the flea
how to train
a dark bird

i was invited to the mosque
to join in prayer
told that i might make
a good mullah some day
my beard
an invitation to 72 virgins
in paradise

a beautiful summer afternoon
with a nice cool breeze
blowing in a light mist
of uranium from los alamos
giving everything
that soft fuzzy glow
that my paintings
so often capture
about the land
of enchantment

clik hear for another couple from the flea market this weakend

 

Illumination---SOULD

small oily on bord

july 14 2014

 

illumination
a 45 watt bulb
balance
standing on a
richety old chair
reflection
talking to myself
while a rooster crows
some place
far away

a cup of water
a river of stars
8 pounds of dust
shake gently
add salt
make a wish
the making of
a celestial being

at the shed
poor folks tell me
they are rich
wealthy folks tell me
they are common
unknown artist
await imminent discovery
the truly accomplished
smile like a cat
i stand there
and listen to it all
and wonder
if i should be writing
presciptions

an archeologist
of artista obscura
bought my star dust
asked if he could use
my art
as the flavor delivery device
my paintings his dorito
my dirt
the salsa

the Dark Bird Palace
my ragged
dirty aging shed
a flea market shrine
to folks
who love to live
or explore
just off the main road
of life
it wont last forever
but then again
none of us
will

 

clik hear four two more wild thangs two sea

 

 

 

Chupacabra---SOULD

32 x 48 oily on a bord

 

painting the strange beauty

of a dark vision

seems my only way out

im the anti thomas kinkade

the painter of blight

 

(clik hear for another new painting "the strange beauty of a dark vision)

 

 

 

Beauty of a Dark Vision---SOULD

oily multicrappia on a bord or two or three

MY SERENITY PRAYER

 

Dear God,

(if you text please let me know)

grant me the serenity

(aka money, power & destruction of all my enemies)

to accept the things I cannot change,

(sorry no can do)

The courage to change

(this sounds alot like that acceptance crap)

the things I can,

(yes im still working on that last dark bird painting)

And wisdom

(im more interested in power but if this is required i can try it)

to know the difference.

(FYI...i can do an animal sacrifice
like in the old testament
if this would speed things up…)

p.s…please get back to me ASAP we have tons of Shamans
here in santa fe that can take care of this for $99.99

 

CLIK HEAR & JOIN MY MONTHLY ARRT NEWSLETTR

 

Planes Trains & Automobiles---SOULD

24 x 31 multicrappia

 

art everywhere

art should run the world

art everywhere

no more polyticks

no more more wars

no more rich no more poor

art everywhere

so that everything is art

then nothing is art

a new

start

art everywhere

 

 

 

 

 

8 Seconds ---SOULD

16 x 20 oily on a bord framed flea billy style

 

some folks think riding a dark bird

is easy

just get on its back

enjoy the ride

the views real nice

and theres no waiting

in line

its a VIP ticket to where ever you want to go

except transit time is years and years

of rough traveling in coach

where the food is bad

your seat is breaking your back

and your sitting between

a fat lady who stinks

& a crazy old man who wont shut up

so hold on to your hat

in case you get thrown on your ass

and wonder

why you thought it looked so easy

after all

all you had to do

was stay on the back

of that dark bird

for 8 seconds

 

 


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

 

Cosmic Telegraph---SOULD

24 by 30 multicrappia

 

tomorrows a wild n wool e

newsletter

so if u aint joind up yet

join it today

to git first looks at my art

& the occasional appearance of

my other half

(the crzy schizo ozark hillbilly)

who knows which

will show up?

heck i dont even know

(his appearances arent announced to me either)

 

 

 

 

 

Flea Market Exit----SOULD

oily on bord

 

 

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

 

 

clik rite hear four moore artsttstststststssssnakes

 

 

 

SS Dark Bird-----SOULD

piggy back painting done over a thrift store painting i figured i could improve on greatlylylylyly

 

important art rule
i read yesterday...
"never talk or write
about your paintings
to the viewer"

another sacred cow
from the world of fancy art
that i smash every day
with my 5lb hammer
demystifying the artist
and $20,000 paintings
along the way

 

(my lower hinged mandible
as well as my double jointed typing finger
set me apart from most neanderartist
who can only grunt
and wave their arms wildly
while chasing the exotic
rare art collector across
the manna savanna)

 

but then again
i digress
and then
i digress again
and then agin
& agin
takin me further away
from the hanging
tree

(if this has distracted
your attention from
the preciousness of my painting
then just maybe
i should go back
and take a look
at how i can make it
more worthy of your
attention)

 

being that I AM
a chronic rule breaker
a formal ball buster
and a painting procedural discombobulator
that is
a full on bonified dark bird
i trust you will understand
why you've never seen my art
in a gallery or museum
and why i am
at a flea market
where i assure you
no one is
talking high concept
and deep metaphor
about
art

but oops there i go agin
typing at well over
45 words a minute
with only 12 errors more or less
(whos countn?)
and you've prolly already
forgotten the painting

"you know of course
that if you talk about your art
you will ruin the mystery
for the viewer
dont you?"

and what if a dark bird
was just a dark bird?
would that blow your mind?
(and sales price as well?)

 

and so i spend
the next 15 minutes explaining
that the naked assassin
lives under the volcano
and that the dead cowboy
drives a red truck
and that tricksters
are everywhere
at which point
the lady bought the painting…
(i hate mystery)

fundamentally
i believe in the exchange
between the artist and the viewer
where people see
who i am
despite my other worldly stream of consciousness
ideas that often erupt into a flea market boogie
which i have also been warned about
(important art rule # so & so
never ever dance in front
of the viewer of your art)


 

 

 

 

 

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

foto by Kat Livengood

 

taking a good rest

i need a vacation

doing close to nothing

just sitting on the beach

breathing

looking

listening

bought a milk shake for a kat

winked at a dark bird

smiled at a desert dawg

ate a one eyed dead fish

and today

i might go full out with a can of beans

extra ketchup please

and then take

a long walk on the beach at the salton sea

to contemplate 2013

and what eye think happened

vs what actually happened

u know

that so called reality thing

that we all try to avoid

im just taking a vacation

walking along the salton sea

looking back and editing my story

like most people do every day

but with a

very very big

eraser.....

what do you think

happened in your 2013?

always like to hear from folks....

 

 

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

 

 

the Human Condition---SOULD

about 16 x 24 framed flea billy style

 

for the last two months

my shed a the flea has been empty

except for the lingering energetic memories

from last year when the occasional powerful experience

would happen that would leave

a strange psychic tremble in the shed

that i still feel at times many miles away

well into january

 

very few would accuse me of being new agey kinda guy

but i do struggle

with what to make of these surreal explosive moments

when something larger than me or a nice painting happens

(oh my gawd i love dawg paintings!!!)

in that lil shed at the reservation flea market

but do i chalk these small moments up to

previous lives?

karma?

synchronicities?

medicine? (a friend tales me art is medicine)

or the increasingly delusional imagination of a

bizarre flea market artist?

perhaps any or all of these answers are possible

but those that have experienced these moments

kmow who you are and what

happens occasionally at the Dark Bird Palace...

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

anyway for now

(and it could all disappear in a minute)

i believe i am

simply the temporary custodian of a small patch of ground

5 miles outside of santa fe new mexico at a touristy market

that draws dark birds from all sorts of places

that just need have a good CAW together

 

 

i choose to believe this

just like everyone else

chooses to believe something that gives there life meaning

but its also because to give up this

real or imagined world

which in my case is vast

would be giving up the

the only thing i truly own

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

((may the great CAW be with you))

 

 

 

 

 

Flea Market 2013---SOULD

 

im not an outlaw or a crook

but when the checkout lady

at the grocery store asked me

to sign the e-pad while she yawnd

that far far far away look

something snappd in my head

like the beautiful crackling sound

an ifone makes

when you run over it in a parking lot

so i drew a dark bird

on the signature line

and she didnt notice

and matter of a fact

no one has noticed

in the last six months

as i launched my dark bird revolt

while practicing my drawing

and who knows

the dark bird i did at the gas station

this week was so good

i may start practicing

my dead cowboys

next

 

3 more new paintings

on my art page

clik hear two sea

 

 

 

Diablo---SOULD

21 x 16

 

 

 

 

 

The Light Holders---SOULD

(clik hear four won moore paiintn)

 

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

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

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

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


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

 

 

the Naked Assasin---SOULD

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

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

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