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
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
8 x 10 colleged paper
jack was up
jack was down
watch out for the dawg
who mite be a clown
magic
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
follow the star
sould
36 by 48 adn this one is on a real live stretchd out canvas
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
sould
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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