Vixen.

Vixen. 

Black Thread & Watercolor on Paper. 

8x10in. 

(on Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and.. )

Wine & Cheese Reception : Friday, June 7th.

Save the date -- you are all invited!

Friday, June 7th from 4-5pm at 

Lawrence Academy's Conant Gallery.
Join me over wine, cheese, and art 

((3 of my favorite things)) 

to close out the MOORE MANLY art show.

I look forward to seeing you there :) 

MOORE MANLY SUCCESS

Check out my new page 'Dark Heart Collection' in the side bar to the left. Click on the title to see images of my new collection featured in the MOORE MANLY Show at LA! 

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MOORE MANLY

The show is running at Lawrence Academy's 

Conant Gallery through June 14th. 

Please join us for a wine and cheese reception on 

Friday, May 7th from 4-5pm. 

MOORE MANLY

This show will feature new work of mine on the theme of light v. dark with a new and interesting way to display my hand stitched pieces by incorporating light. 

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We have complicated hearts filled with many sorts of things. 

Ruinous with misery and fatal flaws. 

Adorned with well wishes and first love charm. 

There is darkness at the deepest part of me. 

Darkness that tries to take me, break me, isolate my colors. 

Darkness that tries to make me splatter, splinter, detonate; 

stifle all the light. 

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Visit http://www.Rachelgloria.com

 to check out Manly's work!

Jasmine and Joe: the art of coffee and tea.

Katherine Rogerson Moore.

Self Portrait in Coffee Stains and Second Hand Ink.

Pencil, Watercolor, Transferred Newspaper Ink, and Coffee on Paper.

11x14in.

As both the artist and the subject of this work, I am presenting myself to the viewer in an exposed, vulnerable state -- clear of make-up or clothing, merely half-formed, with a blank stare inviting the viewer to decide what he wants of me. The figure is not fully defined, and it is as if the fading text around it is what is bringing the figure into focus. The clearer the figure becomes, the less the surrounding words matter. In the title the terms ‘secondhand’ and ‘stain’ bring negative connotations to mind. Secondhand suggests outgrowth after endured use. A stain is a blemish, a defect that detracts from the perfection or wholeness of a thing.  In her gaze, the figure is open, inviting the viewer in to make judgements: Here I am, coffee-stained and secondhand, acquired after being used by another, held together by the air around me, air that has been stained and that has lost its luster over time. These borrowed words are all that hold me together. They run around and through me, and though my skin will appear clear, my eyes cannot lie. Look into them and see the remnants of the ink that created me. 

Stitched.

Deepest Darkness.

Black Thread and Watercolor on Paper.

10.5x7.5

Like deep shadow without any order

where light is thick as darkness.

A land of blackness.

The shades of death chaotic

without any order.

((Job 10:22)

For: You -- Subject: A Christmas Kiss

X.

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.