chek back for
a new painting this front page ever monday
my art can be seen
at my Shed at the flea market
on the tesuque reservation in new mexico
or at the end of the alley at 620 Canyon Road fri-sunday
desert dreams
sold
big messy oily
ive always known
i had to lean into the most absurd part of my passion
as its the onlything original i have to offr anyway
but clearly theres a bit of the story
none of us are really in control of
(as much as we would like to thingk we are)
as its waytoo much
for me to tale you
all my life i had been dreaming and planning
of standing on the same three foot patch of red dirt
in the middle of the desert at a flea market on an indian reservation
doing paintings on a cheap piece of 4 x 8 plywood
next to a taco stand
and a guy that sells hats to tourists
and another fella
who daily warns me that
2012 is near of yes very very near...........
even im not that absurd
high desert trikster
real big
imagine a mangy dawg
and a pretty kat
riding a big red horse
out of the high desert
accompanyd by a murder of crows
and a pack of coyotes
and u have an of a idea
why the real world
makes some of us
so nervous
6 dark birds
on a big bord
i had a really good burrito
at the flea this week
(eggs, hash browns, bacon and green chile)
made by the tumbleweed cafe
and as i sat there eating breakfast
looking at my paintings
injoying the new mexico summer weather
i realized how good it all was
but also realized what a close call it had all been
(and its not over yet)
as evidentally every art plan
i had dreamed up in the last 20 years
not only faild
but what a freakn disaster it would have been
if thay had workd out
the absurdity of humans
sould
(big)
i know people
arent half human & half coyote
and i know she doesnt have wings
like a dark bird
(or at least i think i know that)
but its all kinda fuzzy to me
i dont live in a world
of absolute truths
atheists bore me
religious fundamentalist do also
and im not exactly comfortable with the
we are all one crowd
(the dining habits of maggots are deeply disgusting to me)
with their smug certaintys
of the mysterious sublime
so
i live in absurd mystery
fully aware that
even scientist cant seem to work out
einsteins theory of relativity
unless thay plug in multiple dimensions of the unseen
of which i am privy to
maybe
one
so lets just say
i deeply suspect something is going on
that i will never understand
but occasionally i do reach around
and check my backside
for a coyote tale
at nite
sould
biggie oily mess
so last nite im watching a science show
where a pointy headed fellow
is explaining that the universe we live in
is 15 billion years old
and either expanding or contracting like a two bit acordian
which either blows your mind
or makes things local in a no exit sorta way
but what i do know
is that im gonna die and your gonna die
prolly sooner than we thingk
so it maybe an exaggerated hope
that i could inspire folks
to be less afraid of dying (when im often terrorfyd)
and more passionate about living
(when im often getting in line)
but as i tould a friend of mine today
absurdity is my friend
and we go back a long ways
ouroboros
big oily mess (kinda like life maybe)
black next to white
next to red proportionately
should give me the perfect painting
(i think) ....
a nice lady walks up and asks me
what the dolls in the cage mean
which i always answer with a question
eventually leading us to
the age old philosophical pondering of
are we one
or separate with the world
but back to colors and proportion
what thay dont tale u about all that jazz
is the line
that delicate meandering thread that holds
these bold colors together
is the mysterious part of art
that u cant capture with a formula
which pretty much explains why a conversation
about a transcendent truth isnt going far
when we all know
the bears will eat you
the naked assasin
sould
oily on loose canvas
60 x 32
i read a resume
on canyon road last nite
of an artist that proclaimd to be
a shaman
a mystic
and a visionary
who could also talk to animals.....
((im not sure the resume sayd anything about art))
the artist
was represented
by a fancy gallery
who sold the art for outrageous prices
that few folks will ever understand
and that only a few
rich folks will ever own
so maybe my repulsion
to this sorta elitism comes naturally
from growing up
in small town in arkansas
or maybe its because
im on aisle J at a flea market
making art next to a hard working guy
from guatamala who lives in his van
and sells colorful blankets and hats
for 10 dollars a pop
i dont really care why anymore
the flea is where i belong
i show up everyday to paint
and its honest work
bill kidd
paintd on kitchn cabinet door
prolly 16 x 33 mol oily paint
oh good lawrd
another spell chekr rote me this morng
tould me i cant spell
worth a shat
and maybee i should go bak to skool
and learn readn and writn
which always puzles me
as alot of these folks
get bent outta shape like
an overkookd pretzle
when i mispel a werd
but nevr say a dang thing
about the fakt
that there aint nothin proper
about any of my
paintns
mario catches a snake in my shed yesterday
(clik pixture for new weakly art)
i think im dying
no your not
u say that all the time
well this time i think somethings really wrong with me
ya we all know that
no really
my shoulder is thrown out my gut hurts my leg is killing me
and i cant afford a doctor
if i were u
i would watch out for that snake
that wandered into your shed yesterday
it was a biggie wasnt it?
ya what do u think it meant?
a lady tould me it was about rebirth
shedding a skin or new beginnings
hmmmm...maybe u really are dying
wild horses
big oily
sould
that day at the badlands
when we were looking
at petrified wood
thnking about the blue oceans
that once covered this high desert
we wondered where the anasazi
were buried and
if the old roads really lined up
with the stars
but it was the two horses
running wild and free
that burned into my mind
how simple and powerful
things are out here
on the land
spotted poney
sould
big messy oily
lady...I am burning man!
(oh my gawd did i really say that?!?)
why the hell would i wanna go
to a dance party for yuppies
from san francisco who wanna
get layd in the desert?
(will i never cease shooting myself
in my poor aching feet?)
well....i just thought u mite
injoy the art she sayd....
it was early in the morning at the flea
and i was cranky from
a sandstorm the day before
and she was prolly rite about the art
but the smell of organized anarchy
as an act of something real in the desert
complete with clean porta potties
for every tom dick and harry
who wants to be cool
was too much for this middle aged guy
who never was cool enough to begin with
and besides
i really do make art outdoors
in the desert
at a flea market
the flea in june
big oily mess
sould
(clik the pix for more new art)
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
lady you shoulda lockd the door
these porta potties
aint rocket science ya know?
just ask the couple that was getting it on
in the handicapped one an hour ago....
last month we were worryd about snow
and the wind was so bad things were being blown clean off my shed
and tents were being rolld over like tumbleweeds.....
yesterday it got so hot
part of mohammeds tent caught fire
which was not even the biggest news
as this is was the hangover weekend from last memorial day
as alota folks zeroed out at the flea....
a lady walkd by looking greatly disturbed
when i was making dolls
and askd me if i was insane
which im kinda used to
coming from folks that look like mascots for wal-mart
but when i slowly looked up at her
and answerd with a soft "yes"
she quickly shuffled rite on past me
and i was able to get back to work....
theres a large cow skull hanging in my shed
( its not the last cliche u will see from me)
late in the afternoon i saw a finch fly
into the eye orbital where she had built a nest
from some of the same debris i build dolls with
and a minute later a bright red male finch followed her
and landed on the tip of the horns
its crzy like that out here
but its what
i call home
tuco
out of found crap
yesterday about an hour after
i pulld open the tarps
another refugee pulld into my shed
it was tuco....
i had passd him on 285 north as i was driving to the flea
noticing that he was rolling along in the slow lane hould ing up traffic
but he held his own and appeard to be injoying the drive
(what with his hair flowing in the wind and all)
although i did wonder
how he signaled turns and if bug kill was a problem
this moutain was once under water
sould
oily bigie mess
i gave up on this painting
2 times this weakend
50 mile per hour gusts with dust
that feels like a spiteful brown snow storm
will challenge your heart like that....
now top that off with the inevitable flood
that is bound to follow the next volcanic eruption
and that on saturday just before i left the flea
i saw billy the kid sitting in my chair
and that a fella on aisle D tould me
he had seen a red heifer which foretould
the end
and i knew i couldnt quit the painting
as this would prolly be
my last chance to ever paint in this lifetime
lava flow
sould
big messy on canvas
"do u paint pigs in a bubble gum pink color?"
i lookd over my head
at the two skulls hanging on my door way
and then back at the lady
with fashionably ripped jeans & faded marks
prolly made by a factory in beijing
"why dont u buy one of my dark birds?"
"well thay scare me and i have a two year old...."
i wonderd if i could paint a pink dark bird
but then that mite be scarier
than a bubble gum pig
fleaing the volcano
small oily on bord
you leave your art here at
the flea market during the week?
ya its a great place to store crap isnt it?
well surely the pueblo supplys
a security guard or an alarm system
so no one will break in dont thay?
nope but these bungee cords keep
the tarp pulled real tight
to block most of the dust and
some of the varmits out
what if someone steals your art?
lady no one steals art
from a flea market artist
hell i can barely sell it
land of volcanos
sould
24 bye 36 on a board
yesterday while it was snowing
at the flea
i heard and then saw
a frantic humming bird fly by
this is afterall
the paradoxical land of volcanos and dinosaurs
route 66 and solar panels
and saviours who are still walking in from the desert
like a fella i heard the other day
who told another he was jesus christ
he had nothing and was clearly homeless
and even quoted the saviour himself
but his flock was having none of it
sayd he heard that on Oprah the other day
hayzeus continued with his sermon on the counter top
til finally the lamb bleated "whatever"
and walkd away
underworld
sould
24 x 30 stretchd out oily canvas
we ran out of gas 20 miles from fort sumner
where billy the kid was shot dead by pat garrett
and we didnt see a car for the first hour
but then thats prolly not unusual out here
where theres more hamburger on the hoof than humans
at first we dialed our cell fones
thinkging we could just triple A it
but quickly we realized out here
theres fewer cell fone towers than gas stations
so we sat and waitd in the sun
til finaly in the far distance we saw
a white cowboy hat walking up the middle of the road
but as it got closer we realizd it was just a very old cowboy
he was wearing one of those
funny hats and a bandana just like that famous billy the kid foto
and he askd if we needed a ride
in his pickem up truck
which considering we had been standing there for over an hour
and hadnt seen a dang thing sounded pretty stupid
til i lookd where he was pointing
and sure enough
there was a red 65 ford pickem truck
"Yes sir" i replied
" we're going to look at billy the kids grave"
which he sayd was "a waste of time" as thay never killd billy the kid
hes still on the run
dreamworld
sould
biggie oily
i grew up in a small town
where wal mart every day low prices and tyson chickn mcnuggets
were the local heros
gawd knows it swallowed me for a while
but when you are only using your eyes to see what can be
things can get black and white real fast
luckily for me
my dreamworld was always more vivid than my real world
Temptation (clik the pic to sea painting upclose)
studio at the Flea
i have been tould several times
by sophisticated artty sorts that i should not
do my work in front of folks outside at a dusty flea market
but i dont really have that luxuary
and anyway i figure we already have enough artist
locked away in air conditioned condos
working with state of the art paint brushes
pretending to be Oz behind some silk curtain
making high priced fancy art
that will never see the light of day
mad dawg
sould
36 x 24
oily mess
there were flower paintings in the window
the sign was professionally done
the steps were swept clean
a visa logo was prominently displayd on the wall
the owner of the gallery wearing her art uniform with thin black glasses
smiled limply at everyone but sayd nothing really
if u want some of that crap
walk down canyon road
if u wanna see mad dawg
come down the alley
the closet
in stunning example of independent thingking
99% of republicans
will vote against healthcare reform
almost as many democrats
will vote for reform
these folks are so out of touch
with "real"
(thay should all come to the flea and sell outdoors for a month)
all thay know how to do
is vote philosophically
while folks with out insurance
watch politicians with full insurance & salary
(payd for by us)
play games with our lives
i say we adopt bastille day
to remember when the french
got out the guillotine
and rolled a few heads
just to remind the poly(many) ticks(bloodsuckrs)
where the power is
march dolls
made of found crap
thay were a rag tag bunch
of refugees fleaing
tv, religion and kentucky fried chikn
happy to be in the big desert
where its lean and clean
the dark birds tould them about my shed at the flea
and one by one thay all moved in
dark dawgs
sould
big oily
last nite
when we woke
to the howls from the arroyo
we wonderd if the darkd dawgs
were just happy
or maybe thay just made a big kill
but then we realized killing to eat
is what thay do
so theres really no difference
american spirits
sould
oily on canvas board
she whizzed in front of me
at the truck stop pay line
in one of those three wheeld carts
for folks too fat to walk
or maybe thay cant carry their
oxygen tank and walk at the same time
she tossed three frozn pizzas
and a six pack of bud lite on the conveyor belt
and askd the lady cheking out her line
if she would swipe her govt pay card
cuz she couldnt reach the machine
which seemd kinda odd as her right leg
was twitching like a nervous crow
that finds a sack of tacos in the parking lot
but she payd and was excelerating off
(ya thay got torque)
when she backd up over my toes
and apologized while taleing the check out lady she needed
a pack of american spirit cigarettes in the yellow box
which she payd for in cash
prolly just lettn us know
she wouldnt dare buy anything unhealthy
with government dollars
the flea market opens in about a week or so
some folks say
that sounds pretty rough painting outside
in the snow in march
and sometimes it is
but thats why i love it so much
i can feel the cold air see the mountain and hear the crows
and make no mistake your not numb
when your senses are ingaged like that
u know your alive
Puss n Boots
sould
big oily painting
its that time of year again
when im thinking about
traveling somewhere inneresting
a slot canyon in new mexico
after the holidays
when i returnd to new mexico
i was immediately drawn
back to the story of the land
secret places slot canyons dark birds
and when a coyote
crosses your path
it means something
Bing Dead
album covr
yup
fella died on a golf course i heard
but who knows
maybe hes havn a good xmas
somewhere
reincarnated as a hole in one
heavy rain
sould
16 x 20 oily on the wood
heavy rain is forecast
its been a long dry spell
the sort u can forget u are in the middle of
u just start expecting less water all the time
til u realize cotton mouth
isnt a natural state of being
civil a zation
foto by dreamr
every time i return from a journey
to the four corners desert
i feel more at odds with
the grotesquery of modern living
twittering and twattering
facebooking 4 $
and myspacing advertisements of grandeur
pandering to whatever can make a buck
(or get a good *uck)
and who are these folks?
mostly just lousy avatars i suppose
bunny wagon
sould
big oily unstretcd out canvas
honey blackdeer
found a box
of old piano parts that shes
giving to me either to use as
paintbrushes or maybe dolls
or maybe i will start playn
the piano again for tips
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
dreamr and travelr
sould
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
sould
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
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
sould
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
sould
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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sould1973-----------------------------------------------------------------------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
sould
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
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
sould
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
magic
sould
big messy oily paining
i dont know...
do you know?
does anybody really know?
i doubt
it
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
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
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
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
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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