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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?
go to our website for the whole shocking truth did you know dodging roadkill with an 18 wheeler 12 inches from your bumper explains roadkill did you know you cant drive 75 when you have the red state blues? Dead Cowboy & the Naked Assasin in the Land of the Unseen--- oily on loose canvas about 85 x 30 woke up at 3 am christmas morning on the bathroom floor except i was hovering slightly above myself staring down at myself curled up around the porcelain god i thought this guy needed help which would be me of course he started moaning groaning saying something incoherant drunk maybe sick maybe knocked out cold slowly coming to staggering up rubbing his eyes but not seeing me we were overlapping at the edges it spooked me i hadnt prayed in 30 years but tonite i was born again "help me jesus help me jesus" thats what a christmas ghost will do to you i thought i was like a kid asking for forgiveness after its way too late and then i started doing a little tiny holy dance still praying louder and louder "help me jesus help me jesus" thats when i noticed a snake tail hanging off the sinks edge it was a cottonmouth snake in the vanity dont ask it makes no sense but after seeing my holy ghost it made sense to me for help from Jesus he required an act of faith the handling snakes so i kissed it on the nose its little tongue licking my eye then wrapped it around my arm and began dancing with it chanting to jesus and keeping an eye on my barfing holy ghost when i heard a pounding on the door the sort of desperate sound only satan could make when he knows hes losing your soul so i picked up the pace on my dancing started kissing the snake again and preying "thank you jesus" over and over again when WHACK WHACK WHACK satan knocked again it surely must be judgement day or judgement hour i glance into the bathroom mirror & see myself dancing kissing the cottonmouth chanting to jesus and now my holy ghost is sitting on the toilet wiping spit from his mouth so i figured this is it get whats coming to you i opened the door and there stood Santa Claus old Saint Nick Kris Kringle he handed me a bag of coal and said "Merry Christmas...
they are special (they only drink white whine) yes i know its crazy but i can feel the Dark Bird Palace vibrate somedays and make music others yes i know its crazy but for whatever reason your still reading thistorture me tell me my dog has died but please dont make me listen to rap music at the flea cut my head off stick it on a pike tie me to an anthill naked and afraid loop my entrails around my neck and hang me from a tree but fer gawds sake dont make me listen to Krap music at the flea wear your pants down at your knees turn your hat around 75 degrees pretend your a thug selling the drug but please dont make me listen to your rap music at the flea tell me im audited tell me im going to jail its ok anythings better than another day in hell listening to c Rap music at the flea) 16 x 20 on a wood bord ez to hang no pun intendededed i paint to the IQ level of a smart dog an epiphany realized as i watched a german shephard gaze at my dark bird painting as people walked by as though it didnt exist which doesnt mean humans arent smart or blind its just probable that im followed on Facebook by more dogs than humans it did occur to me that my paintings might be like those special whistles that only dogs can hear leaving humans baffled by what im doing and yet some humans seem to be half canine and can hear my paintings decipher my visual vocabulary comprehend the Great CAW and appreciate my deep love of fleamarketology which doesnt mean im not a dead cowboy because i am and you will always find me at the crossroads of truth and humor at the Dark Bird Palace where theres sure to be a crowd of dogs looking at my art wondering if this dead cowboy can hunt Dark Bird Retablo multicrappia on wood ( humor about myself a giant shield against those that would stab me again and again and again but when it comes to my art im not kidding im dead serious think about it how many artist do you know that use a bungee cord and a tarp to lock up their studio every night?Obsession about 30 x 62 oily on loose canvas Anxiety writes my to do list at 2 am on the inside of my eyelids with heavy disappearing ink that compells me to start over again at 3 am i am driven like a crzy one eyed salmon to swim up my dry river bed every nite slowly evolving two tiny stick legs that i drag along with my obsolete fins gasping for air with primal gills like the monster from the dark bird lagoon pondering like a philosopical freakish monster i wonder why am i killing myself at 3 am? Cosmic Corvids--* about 60 x 29 oily on loose canvas Spring Snow blows thru cottonwood trees like puffs of frozen pollen while a cold crow sits high upon its chlorophyll iceberg a perfect pirate flag for this vessel as it floats away in search of road kill in downtown Santa fe All ---SOULD 18 x 22 multicrappia on a bord framed simply back from a short vacation break went to the ocean brought back the tide inside now im ready for this coming summers big ride click hear four several other new paintings Taco--- 24 x 30 oily on a nice bord which one are you? Hang Loose--- 24 x 72 inches oily on loose canvas im back in the saddle again Desert Prism--SOULD about 35 x 62 oily on loose canvas clik hear to see 7 more new paintings from my new studio at 821 Canyon Road Mouse--SOULD 24 x 30 oily on stretched canvas heard the news?But I believe the comparison is valid; an MS Caregiver must first don his or her own mask before assisting their fellow passenger.This is the only way to consistently make it through the continuous series of “depressurizations” one experiences when caring for an MS patient. Providing care for an MS patient is stressful and it’s important that you care for yourself, too.