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i drove to Arizona to meet with the wisest of them all Bucky the Burro who told me hay buddy from one Jack Ass to another all you have to do is get up and do it again Febuary 16, 2015 im more pissed off this year than usual i have no idea why i dont know where it comes from and i dont really care you see i fight demons and if i cant find one i make them up and if i cant imagine someone who doesnt think i can do it i know im not looking hard enough because i know theyre out there and im ready for them any time they are clik hear four moore art Wild Horses---she says i sound nuts when i talk about secret codes in ancient texts that theres no mysterious meanings in these old dusty books so i nod my head and she smiles at my trivial pursuit but at nite i am very close to discovering where they buried the giant egg in the morning i wave smoldering sage around the room clearing out evil lingering bad memories and exorcising demons protecting her from it all she says its superstition just a myth and i couldnt agree more as i watch ghosts hover just over her head 24 x 36 on a good bord SOULD alot of folks ask what a Dark Bird like myself does when the flea market closes in the winter the answer is that i spend alot of time driving a Kat around looking for wild horses in the southwest not a bad job if you can get it Cadillac Ranch Dark Bird foto by Kat Livengood just outside of Amarillo Texass 2015 is the Year of the Dark Bird its going to be a big year one to remember so thanks for all who got off the main road and bought a piece of my work at the flea market in the past because the future is about to take flight this will be the year of the DARK BIRD Fertility Totem 20 x 80 mol on a good bord may this year be pregnant with possibilities exploding with cheap gas prices and booming with the sound of "who does this guy from north korea think he is pulling a movie from my metroplex!?!" the year at the flea market was a good one and next year i plan on having a few surprices at the Dark Bird Palace for those that venture off the main road of life to a small flea market outside of santa fe just like i hope to offer a few surprise this year to those that visit my creaky prehistoric website that was born at the dawn of the innernet when no one really knew where this digital highway was heading (all roads lead to facebook and two other big box stores nowdays) so thank you for caring about art its a small world and theres no sense explaining why art is important to folks that dont understand that so a tip of my hat to those that smile back at that ;) if you havent already seen my new art this month you might wannna click and take a look as there are some great deals to be had on my end of the year art from this full time American Artist in Santa fe New Mexico who is undoubtedly the most famous flea market artist in the world Last Art of 2014 End of the Alley at 620 Canyon Road i love to build a good fire Kat loves to serve hot apple cider and in Santa fe on Christmas eve everyone gets out and walks up and down Canyon Road just to say merry Christmas have a happy new year so come by if your in the area ive got more art in my studio than a sensible clean nicely spaced gallery will ever have which sounds like ive moved the flea market to Canyon Road yes says Kat you certainly have adios til then Flower Giver--- 24 x 30 oily on a framed bord we all occasionally get bogged down in the daily grind it is part of the surreal deal although some seem to rise completely above it despite frequently seeming to float off like a balloon with a silly bunny on it but just beyond the bills past the daily drama over the hill from the seemingly unbearable truths we live with is the vague recollection many of us have that there is something just beyond this memory that is ok with us waiting for us the brave beings who lived in a world where there were no promises or easy answers just human beings doing the best they could and occasionally remembering that like the stars in the cosmos we are vast clik hear four lots of new art Mustangs of the Rising Moon by Kat Livengood On the Road racing around Montana on a red horse looking for that moment that sparkly moment when Kat puts a dream into a picture box gathering the reflected moon light just past midnight in the shape of mustangs, wild horses, feral equine & sky dogs its amazing how much you can see when its dark its amazing how much you dont sea in the light and wouldnt you know it most folks sleep when the light is best Winter Dark Birds--- i see a tiny shiny moment when everything changed in my life in the blink of an eye which is an amazing thing and a terrorfying thing all wrapped up together i suppose there are holy places where fate meets destiny and things can transform or "become" if we are ready for that moment so i will just leave you with the thought that one of the biggest things that happened in my life i never saw coming but i was ready for it and knew it when i saw it the rest as they say is history Dead Cowboy rides a Jack Ass--- oily on a good bord ive heard people say you cant be an artist if you paint and sell your own work at a flea market no one will take you serious no one will pay for your work and galleries will have no interest in you at all and that may be true but how i am viewed by my friends at the flea market and that small band of passionate art collectors who support my work is more important to me than all the gatekeepers in the world of art not to mention other artist who don't fight the good fight daily fierce desperation drove me to the flea market doing 1000s of paintings transformed me into a artist and looking deeply into myself forged the story that is mine alone at the Dark Bird Palace in my world i believe that without a war to win as an artist i would get no where comfort and a sense of ease serve the work of an artist poorly i am a soldier on the front lines of art which means i take all the bullets & verbal arrows as well as the spoils of victory and also acknowledge that all could be lost at any moment and so the painting "A Year of Work" speaks to my core work ethic which is desperate & relentless as well as my precarious perch which has created a ruthless pragmatism in my use of materials for art that also allows me to paint extravagantly & to continue to be the desert iconoclast who paints at a small flea market in high desert of New Mexico the Dark Bird Palace October 2014 he told me he left in quarters in a pringles can by her bed when he was done he stole em back but the dirty whore chased him all the way back to his broke down truck but never forgit life is a comma its not a period its a comma and if you see an exclamation point just climb it like a celestial ladder straight into that ladies head that asked me what do you sell? i typed out my resignation right that moment right that moment i quit like a nail hammered straight thru to the other side like a comma in the middle of a sentence that cant stop won't stop I'm a run on sentence moving right on down the line straight to the dark bird diner where i ate crow for a month til i growed feathers and a beak like a fish before it climbed out of the water and flew off in a fit when it rained on the fish rained on a fish a fish hates to get wet hates rain never ever rain on a fish just like you never wanna whistle in the ear of a horse its not horse whistler its horse whispererer it sounds like bones blowing in the wind i got so many bones hanging in my shed when the wind blows it sounds like the sweet dead cowboy blues and its a comma not a period next time bring a folgers coffee can they dont tip over so easy clik hear for moore new art Autumn Dark Birds---- by my memory of Dark Birds thru my years at the flea market the sight of these outsiders hoping around watching out with one eye sizing up an apple core with the other by the scratchy sound of them talking to me when im alone at my Shed where on weekdays they feel safe from the crowds that dont understand them safe from too much attention out front of Dark Birds flying over the bold blue new mexico sky looking like a dark rip in the cosmos a portal into the animal cosmos where i find the dark bird inside of me the painter who found himself a home just outside of santa fe at a flea market which might as well be a million miles away from the tour buses downtown NEW ART NEWSLETTTTTTR TO MORROW SIGN UP HEAR FOR DARK BIRD NEWS Flea Market Table--- big oily approx 65 x 40 inchesesees of manna ya know i dont have a tatoo on me anywhere & i think im stuck in 1973 driving a 65 mustang thats running out of gas but all that feels modern compared to the flea market we are still in 1573 which is yesterdays news since yesterday i found a dark bird skeleton and instead of looking this darkbird rexus flea marketus in the mouth i put a saddle on it and flew it right to the edge of town where where i saw a long road of coronados conquistadors marching towards Wal Mart home of every day low prices for spray bottles & WD-40 to keep your self cool & flexible under that Don Quixote up metal armour suite just in case you go chasing any windmills gone rogue (somedays i just type and somedays i rite and sometimes i dont know what happens when i get behind the keyboard) clik hear 4 a couple more paintings Guitar Music---SOULD 24 x 30 oily multicrappia framed fleabilly my new painting grounded in the surreal real of the flea market doesnt really come close to explaining the daily dose of inexplicable beauty constant deja vu sudden epipthanies awful flashbacks and other strange coincidenses at the dark bird palace but its just a painting after all and maybe if im lucky it will help pay for the most real of all ... im a lucky guy Primal about 30 x 20 inches yes im still at the Bardo Hotel ive clearly overstayed my welcome im not even sure i can pay the bill its possible ive become a permanent guest at the crossroads of home and roam - no more clever answers witty comebacks or confident assumptions i think i left my brain in the rain because the size of my thinking has clearly shrunken - sir you meal is ready sir your room is clean why oh why would i ever wanna leave this sorta cozy comfort if you know what i mean?

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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!

" and we strolled outside to inhale a beautiful field of dreams where buffalo and antelope were doing yoga in tie dye tee shirts i later returned to the room hopeful she still loved me reinvigorated by my newly acquired secret knowledge of bobcat love and grateful to the pharaoh for all he had taught me over turkish coffee however my love did inform me that i would have to take off the tie dye if i wanted to get lucky Traffic Jam in North Dakota Photo by Kat Livengood on the road this week will post new art next monday Were all Dead Cowboys 24 x 30 oily on a good bord () i am dark like the shiny blue feather on the raven that caws the corvid blues the shiny shiny monday morning dark bird blues echoes of memories buried beneath my skin often confused as a spiritual message from a celestical diety i think its most likely a scientific poltergeist rising up out of my DNA that says run far far away smear blur and blend nothing like the digital realm it' s wholly original unduplicateable the signature of a coyote running backwards down the rabbit hole taking his tracks with him the flea market indian cowboy spins his rope dancing in the eye of the storm his wife digs for the lost city of gold on aisle K theres not much money to be made here but we are all living our damned stories as best we can its not oblivion after all but you can almost see it from here i paint another dark bird its wings fluttering in the late fall wind it Caws sending a corvid echo thru time and space does your fancy art ever make you feel more than that? i have a big newsletter full of art tomorrow so sign up for the Dark Bird Gazette if you want a front row seat to view the full catastrope of my art (CLIK RITE HEAR) Crow Man--- Three Paintings of Dead Cowboys....(obsessive, compulsive or desperate take your choice) Dec 14 2015 Doors leading to Doors leading to Doors (inside the Dark Bird Palace) Concrete floors enclosed metal buildings heating and air & artificial lighting all conspire against me & the primal connection i feel to nature when im at the Dark Bird Palace where i can meditate on the mountain to the East gaze at the Rockies to the North contemplate Time and the vast Caldera to the west or simply paint like a wild coyote all day long inside my increasingly iconoclastic desert stronghold...

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...

come sea me this summer dont forget its the year of the Dark Bird from one Jackass to another some folks talk to a sage maybe a shaman or their local shrink for the answers to the universe but me?

we all have it one of mine has been to post art or a photo or maybe just write on the front page of this website for many years now it seems to tether me to the world & help give meaning to what i do and in return some people come to my website weekly to see what ive been up to over the last week or inquire about a painting .....

its a beautiful dance we dance when we find the music in our daily ritual as an artist it can become something that people can hum to or perhaps with a better tune some can people dance to thats what i want to do make people dance with my paintings or with my words although i gotta confess theres often alot of confused people standing around the Dark Bird Palace at the Flea Market so i may just be a Dark Bird who thinks he can play the piano with his beak New Art Return of the Tricksters--- 24 x 48 oily on a good bord signs and intuitions hints of possibilities disappear like a vague dream by 8 am on our cultures timeline log out be here now opt out and go outside art now a literal reminder of a symbolic awakening for the 21st century that comes loaded with the attention span of a rat in a cheese factory sex fornication & fertility rates dive leaving behind a trail of likes and shares on separate timelines im right here in front of you you dont need to check your facebook page to see if im available for chat coffee shops are quiet as a mouse with a mouse no one talks in the poets corner all are logged on checked out brick and mortar soon to be out of order driving with a sell fone the new 21st century dog and pony trick can you take a foto at 75 on the freeway post it on instagram share it on Facebook and not T-Bone on I-25?

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?

rent the Dark Bird Palace foto by flea market photographer Klaus Priebe whats a dark bird?

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