For: You -- Subject: A Christmas Kiss

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Magazine Collage, Oil & Arcylic on Canvas.

3x3ft.

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."

-Chuck Palahniuk 

I bring you a collage of other peoples words. Words that I cut from context and glued to this canvas to collide, cover, compromise and create one another.  I will kiss you with random words like poetry on our lips.  An imagery of secrets created once to be destroyed again. A combination of everyone else's words layered on my lips for you to misunderstand. Every before word changed by every word to come after. 

The parts of this piece create the whole. Below are snapshots of words colliding to bring you pleasurable infatuation in a fleeting moment. Stand far away from the piece and you might not realize what it is you missed. It is simply a kiss. The romantic notion of lipstick that a woman has left behind or given away to someone worthy. But behind each kiss there is so much more. So much unsaid or once spoken but now covered up by old lies of new truths. Too much history to even comprehend from across the room. And up close, you may never be able to understand these words or the words they have covered up. The phrases they have created or the moments they have destroyed. Yet every destruction brings a new discovery. A new moment to cherish or despise. Promise these words nothing. For you will fall and then forget as you lose yourself in yet another combination of other peoples words. I am creating you as they created me. Don't fall in love with moments, I will tell you. But I am sure that you'll forget.

Escaping Converse Colors.

Katherine Rogerson Moore is a young, local artist based out of Brighton, MA, whose work expresses raw human emotion through a combination of color, line, and poetry in a variety of mediums, including graphite drawings, Oil and Acrylic paintings on both canvas and found wood, mixed media, and collage work, as well as her own distinctive signature technique -- hand stitched water color paintings. Eighteen months ago, Moore had an aesthetic vision to incorporate black thread into her watercolor paintings, and she began hand stitching line into her works with a needle and black thread, juxtaposing sharp black thread lines and soft, smooth colors of paint, creating an element of precision that is not normally found in water color work and resulting in an overall subtle perfection. The hidden details in all of Moore’s designs are what set her work apart. Further examination of her pieces quickly reveals more than first meets the eye. Her work has been shown at InHouse Cafe in Allston; Café 47 in Boston, The Conant Gallery in Groton, Massachusetts, and a show at Devens on November 9th. 

Converse on Newbury St. in Boston, MA will be featuring a sneaker designed with my painting, 'Escaping Colors'. Go into the store all month to see my photo, bio, and original shoe design on display and available for purchase! There is also some talk of tote bag and t-shirt designs... i'll keep you posted!

Self Portrait in Coffee Stains & Second Hand Ink.

Self Portrait in Coffee Stains & Second Hand Ink.

Pencil, Watercolor, Transfered Newspaper Ink, & Coffee on Paper.

16x13in.

September 14, 2012 -- Bradley & Emma Gajewski

To many years of wedded bliss. 

Lock&Key -- Emma&Bradley. 

Black Thread and Watercolor on Paper. 

3.5x3.5in.

Black on White

 My Mother, Laura Rogerson Moore, has an interactive exhibit of poetry at Lawrence Academy's Conant Gallery of the Richardson-Mees Performing Arts Center in Groton, MA. Select poems from three of her collections are on display as well as copies of the full collections in binders throughout the room which you are encouraged to write comments in. 

A reception will be hosted with the poet on Friday, October 12th from 6:30-8:30pm. The reception will include music by Chris Knollmeyer '10, and art work by yours truly, Katherine Rogerson Moore '06!

If you can't make it for the Reception, the show is up now through October 12th. 

Gallery hours are 8am-5pm Monday-Friday. 

Dear Black,

Dear Black,

Not every moment in our lives is important. It is not as is every moment should not be lived with lust, as it most often is, but rather, there are only certain moments that count. You may be uncertain, like I, but I think you know this to be true.

I change all the time. Every Moment it is as if my cells are crashing into each other. They divide and then multiply to compose a different being; fluctuating and changing color in the light. I am infra red and hazy purple; sometimes I am blinding sky or the green in my fathers eyes. I have never been the translucent color of a moths wing or a sultry deep maroon, though I am often dark as black. 

But Black, to me you are the best color of them all. You are night, the uncertain or the unknown, the space between my fingers just close enough to touch. Your color is the shade of an opportunity missed; because I was black and so was he. But even through the darkness I could see that his eyes were gold and amber hues and his smile the brightest of yellows. 

Oh, Black. Oh, confused and frightened Black. 

I love you though you hurt me so. 

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Illustration to a prose poem I wrote two years ago whose relevance seems to have popped back up in my life. Two years has brought me a lot of knowledge and courage. And though I am still often dark as black, i am not longer frightened to chase the light. 

Grateful for the moments that count because those are the ones that change our lives.

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Dear Black, 

Illustration Marker and Colored Pencil on Paper.

22x9.5in.

an example of a finished thought..

a rough sketch I did in my journal became the inspiration for a hand stitched water piece. 

it is interesting to go back and see where ideas began and just where it is that they lead you. 

do not go gentle into that good night. 

black thread and watercolor on paper. 

september, 2011.

My Thirteen Strand Heart.

My Thirteen Strand Heart. 

Black Thread and Watercolor on Paper. 

8x10in. 

I took a deep breath and listened to the bray of my heart. 

I am. I am. I am.

Sylvia Plath

01. 02.

03. 04.

05. 06.

07. 08.

09. 10.

11. 12.

13.

 Relationship status. 

Acrylic paint and marker on found wood. 

31x2.5in.

and only true love can break your heart. 

For Only You Could Keep Me Here.

For Only You Could Keep Me Here.

Acrylic Paint and Permanent Marker on Found Wood.

18x46in.

Original Poem by Katherine Rogerson Moore.

Double sided Shutter.

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For Only You Could Keep Me Here.

If you need me, 

i'll be up with the birds.

There's not enough space to fly down here.

If you need me, 

just say the word.

Simply whisper and you will be heard.

If you don't need me, 

I have no reason to stay. 

So, like a bird, 

i'll just fly away. 

You're bigger than the sky, 

and i'm small as a bird.

I'll listen for you always, 

whatever occurs.