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if you read this far you are in this day and age attention surplus silly and your facebook page likes will be penalized for this faster than a millennial can pick up his ifone at a traffic light to check his re tweets on Twitter Hella Totem--- about 20 x 60 oily hella mess on bord next week the flea market opens and i will be back in full swing in my dark bird rhythmn the weekly routine the big grind the never ending journey into flea market history ;) which is a big relief as im pretty lost when im not outside fighting the elements or fending off wild animals at the Palace not to mention the packs of of big time art buyers who show up at our little flea market 5 miles north of town...

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i may be creating pinpoint photo realism art and people wont know it in this lifetime CLICK HEAR 4 NEW ART Primal Pony--- about 60 x 40 oily on loose canvas i pull the tarps up to begin every day at the flea market and let them down to close each day its about the only thing i always do and ive come to think of the tarps as the eye lids of the color full eyes of the Dark Bird Palace opening its gaze to the mountain like a multicrappia meditation session the chaos of the shed staring down the peace and quiet of nature blinking in and out of the flea market in my minds eye the Naked Assasin on Route 66 6 foot by 9 foot on loose canvas october 26th 2015 flea market existenialism 101 finding beauty in the mountain view humor in the collective misery of a slow day and truth in our solitary darkbirdedness at a small flea market just outside of a thriving commercial center so close you can hear the distant swipes of credit cards all day long a lady looking for me to autograph her photo of the Dark Bird Palace told me i wasnt young enough to be kelly moore but if i saw him to let her know chem trails in the sky layers of unidentified flying particles from los alamos mysterious men wearing suites and ties at the flea market poltergeist springing up daily on aisle J and people say you need imagination to be an artist?

at night Red Dawgs commune in the Dark Bird Palace which they refer to as the Big Bone Buffet discussing strategies for luring a krispy kreme to the flea market alienation forced exodus desperados and more than a few crazies comprise most of my tribe at the flea market ive always considered myself a sane observer of the asylum until yesterday when i caught a glimpse of myself in mirror on aisle C and realized i was wearing my hat backwards handling snakes and speaking in tongues about 50 x 70 on loose canvas red dirt fossils & rocks blood & hair barbed wire and 10 dollar bills all slowly working their way up thru the ground like a flea market poltergiest coming back to haunt us and tale us where you are and where you are going Red Dawgs and Dead Cowboys---yes i know this painting is crzy shit but at least i know its crazy & yes i know its crzy but i saw a cat talk to a dawg on aisle J yesterday and eye understood most of the conversation but the dog was confused (he kept asking the cat to explain herself) ((everyone knows cats dont explain themselves)) yes i know its crzy but a woman walked off with one of my paintings last week without paying for it (its always a "wanna be artist") and then she said i was crzy so yes i know its crazy but i think a monkey with a good beard could run for president and win (given the options im leaning towards the monkey) yes i know its crazy but when you paint at a flea market its hard to get the Museum of Modern Art to return your phone calls yes i know its crazy but my world is held together with bungee cords, tarps & the kindness of strangers who know the difference between retail and religion yes i know its crazy but some people treat artist like they are cashiers at wal mart and they have a bag of "entitlement coupons" which gives them special access to special prices because well.....

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---- 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 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--- 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.

today a spaceship passes Pluto snapping pictures like a giddy kid with a new instagram account im not sure what is more incredible that i will see the pictures today or that 3 billion miles away a man made ship just passed the last known planet in our solar system from the Dark Bird Palace i look at where Pluto might be feeling like I'm connected by an invisible string everything i can imagine seems real but most of the hard things in life seem like a bad dreams another planet visited and another aisle fills with new tailgaters yesterday a fellow across from me was selling wagon wheels i told him we have something in common both of us sell goods that are obsolete neither having obvious utility in a new world where "likes" make sense the smell of cooking onions and sizzling bacon floats in the air the music man plays the Orange Blossum Special people mingle around the turquoise tables and the shimmering strange beauty of the Dark Bird Palace continues to stand like a relic of another day and time a hint at what we will soon remember as the "good old days" june 29 2015 stick a fork in me roll me in flea market dust dip twice in a dark bird egg smother with turpentine gravy and serve with a generous dead cowboy smile daily i do my flea market zen meditating on the dead cowboy staring deep into where his eyes used to be as he smiles back at me with his crzy dead cowboy smile a lady at the market was overheard to ask "what does he do?

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