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Dont screw up again" Done with the Flea Market 20 Bone Man brought me a red bull sayd this har weather aint no account we orta git away from this har pop stand its ovr for the year i hear they got a real hum dinger of a flea in Mesa with concrete floors a metal roof snow cones corn dogs and plenty of snow birds with fancy RVs & them cheeseheads spend folding money like its going outa style yessir lets pull up stake & haul tail to arizony new art the Unseen World--- about 38 x 62 oily on loose canvas two bobcats wandered into our hotel room interupting my amourous advances i was so stunned it never occurred to me to tell them to get their own room traveling to a wild horse hideout we had elected to stay at the camelot inn in Fargo notorious for illicit rendevous excellent turkish coffee and rowdy bobcat dancing in the lobby of the hotel i had coffee with an egyptian pharaoh who wore dark shades with a big smile he told me the secrets of cooking sheep Kabobs and the ancient technique of bobcat seduction upon hearing my story of Bobcatus Interuptus Whoopee the Pharoah proclaimed "FANTASTIC! i cut my own road and left them standing in the middle of no where watching me as i left them in the dust SS SOS--- about 20 x 30 holy multicrappia!
what are these colorful animals that are always wagging their tales? because this is what i suspect is really going on 5 "hey bro i didn't steal your vodka" the security guard in the parking lot then watched as the Dude pulled a huge family pack of pork chops from his sweat pants & threw it on the ground and all i could think of was whether or not the cop would put the chops in the discount rack a healer at the flea told me he could heal me in 5 minutes but i missed the appointment when i realized im nothing if not one of the walking wounded i am more and more certain that god always gives us more than we can handle an artist came by this week telling me about her museum exhibit inviting me to the show where other successful artist would be and i thought to myself if only she knew about my impending solo exhibition at the MOMA in fancy New york city continuing when sane people stop accelerating when others slow often defined as insanity and yet when you do crzy for years and years some people will call you unique & maybe brilliant once they untie you and pull the net off watching clouds predicting weather at the flea i forecasted a 50% chance of a dark bird downpour with a slight chance of dead cowboy sunshine and later this week a possible storm of multicrappia a helpless baby chick falls out of his nest at my shed he's shaking and bewildered with his little feathers sticking out of his tiny head and yet when i look deeply into his beady little eyes i can see that he's really more concerned whether im going to make it thru the day Big Horn Retablo-- 45 x 26 multicrappia deluxe sometimes i think im the only person in santa fe uninterested in evolving reaching transcendence or having a deeper awareness of myself which is pretty obvious to alot of folks as they watch me search for my glasses but if its true that we come from monkeys in the jungle who worked with simple tools living uncomplicated lives of eating mating and playing but evolved into precious baboons with guns & twitter accounts maybe you can understand why im so happy to be an unevolved unenlightened neanderthal doing crude paintings in a shack at a flea market and yet i do so love my sparkling spring water with a nice organic salad still i cant bear porta potties at the flea anymore than i can a piss cup & i would prefer to dig a hole and move when the stench becomes unbearable salvation came to me in the form of a beautiful cat saving me from full on grunting & inappropriate scratching as well as pointing at art collectors as though they were bringing truckloads of bananas leaving me utterly happy in a modern world full of luxuries such as ice cubes & frozen tamales but also haunted by the uncertainty and confusion of modern life yes that would be me Dark Birdus Maximo Confusioness clik hear 4 Other new art June 20th 2016 Summer 16 x 20 oily on a nice bord thanks to all the nice people that continue come out to sea me at the flea its a good reminder to stay close to the ones who "get you" that you dont have to explain anything to anybody cuz there aint no way you can teach someone how to speak art especially if your first tongue is corvid (CAW the Great CAW) New Art ------------ Devil in a im a lucky son of a gun i get to paint everyday but sometimes when im standing at the flea the dust gets dirtier the wind gets colder & traffic disappears and thats when i have to put the devil in a box because im a lucky son of a gun and i have it made and thats why i have to put the devil in a box so he can't get out and run wild thru my head because im a lucky son of a gun and i have it made so long as i keep the devil in a box multicrappia about 21 x 48 May 9th 2016 Dust becomes my second skin on a windy spring day with the ashes of dead plants the disintegrated hides of animals & the skin of past peoples blowing thru the sky skins upon skins i am a mortal covered up by the immortals Dark Bird Retablo---Closed---- about 42 x 64 on loose canvas Dead Artist are ruining the world ok what i mean by that is that art museums are clogged with the rotting bodies of dead artist who they are still pimping for more money like a whore whos body is old and stiff but with a little lipstick some fishnet stockings and a short red skirt they can still sucker the ordinary art viewer into thinking they just got laid when really they just got screwed and the museum got paid while reducing the viewers artistic vocabulary to the same three dead hookers (thats so Basquiate! Shape Shifter-- 24 x 30 oily framed Fleabilly eye am many things as an artist wild & free not beholden to galleries or "powers that be" eye am a Dark Bird, a Desert Dawg a Wild Horse and a Dead Cowboy depending on the light although i do enjoy the occasional good fight but im not here to suffer consider my art your guilty pleasure where a strange Dark Bird sells his art at a Flea Market just out side of town at the crossroads of coming and going where we will both beat the game after all your not here to suffer either..... 20 Point Doe--- 72 x 32 oily on a loose canvas you cant do that. yes i do very much so but until they arrive i hope to continue to paint at the Tesuque Pueblo Flea Market until my time comes which is of course inevitably the nature of things New Art from the Cottonwood Trees about 40 x 63 on loose canvas concrete kills art destroys soul annilates the primal sends a wild horse running a dark bird flying if you wanna end the story of the desert shaman put him in a nicely heated apartment with an i fone next to a starbucks the flea market is over for me this year but i still dream of miles of aisles stuffed with hidden treasures precious jewels people laughing music playing this is the flea market of my mind fresh cool air dust blowing dreams everywhere limitless new mexico views the smell of the desert wild chamisa pinon juniper all exotic perfume for a dark bird holy ground is not where only wondrous things happen holy ground is where the good and the bad meet like a cosmic head on collision creating one big soul from the shattered pieces of obliterated fate confession of a Dark Bird take me out of my rickety shack dressed up like a palace (lipstick on a Dark Bird) and i dont even know if i can paint dont even know if i exist to paint outdoors closer to the wild i absorb the blood sand and hair of the desert beast this is the only place i know to create what is in my primal core i paint what i feel which is the only reliable thing in the universe given the fact that 95% of the known universe is invisible yet most people prefer "realism" ironic isnt it?
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?