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 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

 

 

 

                                                         

 

worm hole

 

 

 

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  this is it....

(you may regret it) ....

(its prolly a dangerous worm hole)