a new painting this front page ever monday
my paintings and dolls
can be scene at the flea market on the tesuque reservation in new mexico which reopns in march 1
dead cow at four corners
the fat brown cow
prolly deserved it
one thing u cant ignore about the universe
whether u believe in heaven or karma or evolution
(chose the descriptive destination place of your choice!)
is that there seems to be an
odd circular justice in the world
and this roadkill
now isnt even good enough
for hamburger
beauty and the beast
32 by 20 two panels
oily mess
have u ever heard
a crow fly?
all u have to do
is stand on the rim
of a canyon 1000 feet
into the sky
and listen while
the black birds
fly bye
women with guns
biggie with the oils
im on the run again
dont got time to type
so just take a look at the gals above
and lets hope
thay dont git in a fite
dark bird
biigy stretchd out
its that time of year
at the flea
when its getting quiet and slow
and today it snowd
so tonite my fireplace
is gonna burn
signalling the beginning of the winter
on canyon road
monument valley october 2009
traveling in four corners
gets into your blood
i can feel it pulsing in my veins as i type
ive only been back a few days
but already thirsty
to drink in more of the mystery
of this powerful land
ghosts of chaco canyon
63 x 33 mol oily mess on canvasas
the weather is cooling off now
its a good time for a sunday drive to the flea
mattr fact a friend of mine
drove his classic 74 LTD to the market yesterday
to look at my new art
but he had to ride home with me
when a hose blew up
like a wild snake under his car hood
27 x 42 oily
today i dont wanna talk
so hear it is
one of the paintings
from this weakend
clik the pic for several others
canyon ghost
sould
8 bye 10 oily on the bord
im back from 4 corners
drove way up into utah
saw canyonlands saw mesa verde saw aztec
but theres something about chaco canyon that sticks with ya
mattr of fact as i was drving back
glancd at the rear view mirror
in the back seat
and sure enough
i had brought a canyon ghost back with me
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1973-----------------------------------------------------------------------dreamr rides a red horse sould
yesterday at the flea
the heat broke in my shed
and the cool dream opend up again
(im ok im ok im ok)
it had nothin to do with temperatures
so im riding into the desrt tonite
chasing mystery with
a bottle of firewater
and dreamr on a red horse
floating across the vast new mexico nite
tryn to catch a ghost
in a picture box
The SHED
42 x 21 found bord
messy collage from the USA
its just down the road
from the tree house (watch for the black dear crossing)
follow the the acequia madre
then turn rite at the scottish rites temple
til u git to the holy mountain
then turn left and stop at the gate
where shaun will give u the ok
then race (slow down kelly u drive too fast in the parking lot)
to the spot just left of the porta pottys
in front of the crows on the fenceline
where u will sea the pakastani guys
hanging their carpets
now look up
theres the Shed
summers over
sould
8 by the ten oily mess on board
(clik the pik to sea moore weakly art)
thank gawd
(or who ever im supposd to thank)
for this summer
in all its glorious over heated mess
i nearly drank my paint thinner
a few times at the flea in august
and when i sent out my monthly newslettr
i pissd off half
the christian universe
(the other half is fervantly prayin to save my lost soul)
so with that in mind
maybe gawd really is to blame
for this big mess
the summer of 2009
dead cowboys
sould
thay dont ride horses
but thay do got the escalades
thay dont got the 6 shooters
but thay do got the platinum card
thay dont do the whiskey
but thay sure do love the starbucks
times have changd out west
the new story hasnt been tould
and what we got left standing
is a bunch of dead cowboys
august crow
sould
abdul my friend from the flea
tould me he was returning to his home
in burkina faso for a few weeks this fall
and he askd me if i would like to drive with him
across the sahara desert in a big road trip
the only problem he sayd was the pirates in north africa
but he sayd i would prolly be ok
if i hid in the car trunk
dreamr
sould
47 x 70 oily mess
this weak at the flea
folks from all over the world
came by my shed
most notably a green horse
and a fella
who just got outta the pen
but wanted to get back in
cause he missed the cookin
sevenohtwothreeonesix.
say it carefully
its a magic code....
when u whisper it to the wind
at the tip of cebolla mesa looking over the rio grande gorge
the river grabs your breath and circles the globe with it
until suddenly u may find
the cold wind of the east
rushing against your face
as u hurtle along
on the transsiberian express
nitetime
oily on loose canvas
34 x 55
poor original series
sould
8 x 10 on the ppappers
is
a copy of a copy of a copy
things is gitting so dim
we have to add some toner
to the human zerox machine
before people start turnin
into blank pieces of paper
with nothin original
to say
ship o fools
sould
30 x 48 more lesssss
oily unstretchd
i dont know
which way im headin
not sure
if im comin or goin
folks like me
thay send out
to the far parts of the sea
on the ship of fools
hopin we/re gone
or wont come back soon
we are real
sould
oily paining about 30 by 48
oily paining
we are real
dont mess with us
its all we got
and we aint kiddin around
we will give u our shoes
our coat or even our hat
but dont ask for our art
unless u plan to
wear it close to your heart
new mexico portrait
oily messy biggy
dont worry about it
your not meant to be understood
matter of fact
no one is...
just roll out of your center
like a hot july thunderstorm
but dont be surprisd
when those that aint
will git in line
to rain about it
untitled
sould
biggy messy oily
it raind so hard saturday
the aisles washd away at the flea market
then the cars floatd away
soon enough i was worryd
the mountain was gonna swim off as well
but it didnt
cuz it was tied to the ground
by the clouds in the sky
Jackheart
sould
8 x 10 colleged paper
jack was up
jack was down
watch out for the dawg
who mite be a clown
magic
sould
big messy oily paining
i dont know...
do you know?
does anybody really know?
i doubt
it
or 
the flea has always been
a circus to me
but this year my neighbor
plays the trombone
during the day
i have no idea how this is going to
influence my art
but i am learnin a thing or two
about tommy dorsey
complimentary
24 x 4ourty 8ight
los alamos laboratory blueprint an circuits on the canvas
New Mexico
is at the crossroads
of three big storys
the indians were always here
the conquistadors chased gold
and the white man?
thay built the bomb
return to secret lake
sould
47 x 40
oily messy beauty unstretchd out
somethings have to be secret
this lake was no different
it was in the desert
easy to see
but few knew what to do
with the water
except drive around it
or talk about
what the fish were biting
hella mess
sould
monster oily baddy mess
48 x 70 mostly (forgot to measure it)
how do you do that
where does that come from
why do u work so fast
i dont know the answer
to any of these questions
it just pours out of me
my body is at the intersection
of my soul and spirit
i just follow orders
Secret Lake
sould
54 x 36 unstretchd out canvass
oily pretty
it was raining stars
that nite on cochiti lake
as we stared up into the nite
wondering what was behind
the last constellation
in the infinite sky
summers coming
sould
36 x 26 messy oily on the looseseesss canvas unstretchd out
it was warm and windy
at the flea this weakend
crows were floating
above the fry bread stand
like dark paper knapkins
swirling in the high blue
new mexico
spring sky
sould
april 13, 2009
Jim calld this morn
sayd "dude your shed got hit by the flea tornado"
so i went out there and sure enough
my tarps which were shredded to begin with
were blown clean off the front of my shed
as well as my art and dolls
and anything else not tied down
(includin my hammer)
was thrown around
like they got tangled up
with drunken wind gawds
and thrashd around all nite long
prtty much trashin everything
and disappearin one of my paintings
with its ghosty faces
somewhere in the desert
gone, lost and prolly travelin
hwy 84 at some point
eventually freaking out some hapless tourist
on the low road to taos
for enchiladas
land sea an air
sould
70 x 49 big oily unstretcd
this year
red is on my mind
deep raw un apolagitic red
a sign of
murder in the water
or passion in the bed
or maybe a rocketship
screaming into outer space
it dont matter
this year
its all about the blood
warrior
sould
24 x 30 oily on the stretchd out canvas
a warrior
rips the mask off
the convenient answers
of religion, politics & money
living with the sublime mystery
that the ultimate truth
can not be said
in words or names or organized
by old men in grey suites
who annoint themselves
gatekeepers
to the stars
banks bombs and porn
sould
22 x 30 on thick thik th ick paper
some call it a recession
i call it a regression
its where we are today
banks bombs & porn
angels everywhere
sould
is big oily
last year i was bleedin
cut open real good
thought i was cornerd the devil was everywhere
sayd my last prayers
askin gawd for help
& soon enough
i found
angels were everywhere
oh my gawd its here
what a huge freakin mistake
clik the pic above for a preview of
march crow
sould
58 x 48
this first weakend at the flea
i was planning on doing some fancy high art
complicated & clever
but every time i moved to mark
that solitary dark bird
kept peaking thru the paint at me
you see
there is no running from the land out here
angels and snakes
sould
big oily
the flea market opens next week
thank god im tard of painting in my house
i feel like an australian shepard
thats born to run
lockd up in a mobile home
sould
return of the green man ...biggie oily paining
the banks are collapsing
our one eyed kings dont know what to do
folks say the planets end is near
but its not so
humans may not make it
but the planets always gonna be
were just seeing
the return of the green man
while the grey men get buried
in the wrong sort of green
abyss
sould
is a whopper
my new book
full of good art and bad rites
is about hear now
scotland, the isle of skye 2009
standing at Trumpan
where the Macdonalds massacred the Macleods
while at church
only a small girl escaped thru a burning window
returning with the Fairy Flag
as the Macleods returned and routed the Macdonalds
at the battle of the Spoiled Dyke
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