Give me Moore

During my recent trip to New Mexico I had so many memorable art-related experiences. But none were quite like the double-header I had on Friday October 17. It will take two posts to cover this bounty.


In the morning, another impossibly sunny day, I drove out to see Kelly Moore at the flea market on the Tesuque reservation.


I had only recently discovered Kelly through this post on Lisa Hoffman's blog. As a relatively new lover of "raw" art, I felt like I had hit the jackpot. No cameras are allowed but the visit is etched in my memory.


Picture a group of outdoor stalls, all unpainted wood and white canvas coverings. Then picture, one booth. With a view of the snow-capped mountains. Painted red. Covered with newspaper clippings, altered photographs, magazine articles, handmade crows, bits and pieces of mud, clay, metal bits, paint drippings, and everything else. I knew I had found Kelly. He not only sells from the booth but he creates there as well. Even his paint brushes are works of art!


Meeting him was quite inspiring. He is one of a kind -- although he makes the good point that we are all one of a kind! His art comes from within. He seems to live it. Breathe it. And is generous in wanting to share it. I was fascinated by the experiences and stories that he shared.



Second only to visiting him is visiting his website. But be prepared to take a journey. Visit more than once and you may never end up on the same page twice.



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Thanks Kelly for the continued inspiration!