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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?
from 8 miles up into the sky i looked down upon the earth and saw myself standing in front of the dark bird palace looking up into the sky at myself what an awkward feeling when someone catches you looking at them reported sightings far and wide of mini me's that paint like kelly moore that act like kelly moore and even dress like kelly moore now why on earth would anyone want to replicate the bizarre life of an obscure flea market artist?
the rules with wild horses are pretty simple but if you want to predict people you might as well go to vegas (click heres 4 another painting) Side of the Dark Bird Palace monday PM NEWS LETTER TOMORROW sighn up rite hear three faces in the desert--- about 24 x 50 oily on a loose canvas art an alchemical necessity medicine for the people a mass for the true fundamentalist a ritual of beauty thats not to be confused with home decor or a casual blasphemous shopping trip to hobby lobby for a framed poster true believers know what they want and they dont just want it now they needed it yesterday and yet there are some who would say they want art they love art they need art but if you check their pulse they are DOA (DONT OWN ART) a true believer is most evident when you bump into the lukewarm faint of faith the playing it safe crowd unsure of their own wound mistaking money for medicine handling snakes speaking in tongues baptisms of fire all part of a day in art every day a sunday every thing art Animal Tale--- and make him paint for us!
" no problem lady but you might wanna check out the Bearded Lady or the Elephant Man on aisle C first "trust absolutely unconditionally" the words eminating from a drag queen on a tv screen saving me thousands of dollars in shrinks not to mention the 1-800 numbers that help me get thru the day i was covered from head to toe in buckskin clothing & i grew antlers from drinking three glasses of acorn milk a day why was i so surprised to be standing in the middle of the road stunned like a deer in headlights?
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?
i have no idea what you do but you do it very very well (stunned bunny rabbit staring up at the Dark Bird Palace) i bought a megafone at the flea market & screeched the Great Caw i was answered with a moo a howl and a chorus of clucks truly the birth of the flea market barn yard that said ive always admired my tendencies to be more like the angry wrathful old testament god than his love & peace son speaking of resurrection how many dead people do you really want to see return from the grave? coyotes tried to pull a goats skull from my shed this weekend its common knowledge the dark bird palace is a bone buffet the first red finch of the spring returned to its ancestral home land this weekend she was born in the eye socket of a cow skull in my shed i often wonder if the bird intuitively knows how a cow thinks he said my art was ready for the next leap to a better place all day long i wondered where is this place? when i paint at the shed sometimes i hear voices so i turn up the radio hoping folks wont hear how embarrassing the voices are visions of no worth insights that lead no where a guru of nothing i am a tumbleweed sage that rolled across the desert into a flea market happy that the wind stopped howling in my ears bone therapy staring 7 hours a day at a femur or a skull it burns away the bullshit although i do keep one good can of BS around else i wouldnt be me would i?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?