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Daily Archives: May 20th, 2008

apoplexy, by Crystal Moore

Abnegation, by Crystal Moore

Untitle Digital Collage, by Crystal Moore

Coffee Cup by Crystal Moore

Drawing Dealing With Abjection by Crystal Moore

Drawing dealing with Abjection 2

TV.death.head by Crystal Moore

TV.tension by Crystal Moore

About Crystal Moore:

As an artist, I think in images. Instead of stringing together words, I compose visual essays of form, symbolic meaning, light, time, and context. I think of art as a tool and as a process. It can be used as a catalyst for dialog and can help promote social and personal change. This is part of my motivation for striving for a more palpable art presence at Antioch. I don’t believe in the myth of The Genius Artist, but follow the school of Joseph Beuys- where everyone is an artist. For me, there is a very vague borderland between art and life. I can never really tell if I am living or creating.

For more information: http://crystalmoore.us/

Crystal Moore

Mom always wished for the moon for everyone else and settled on dirt for herself. Take Dad. He was gone for months at a stretch even before he ditched us for his new family. Each time he left, he would come back about the time Mom, my little brother, Simon, and I almost forgot he existed. He’d have his clothes shoved in an Adidas duffel bag. His shoulders would straighten out by the Read More »

Everyone is leaning forwards

as though the wind is dragging them

            backwards through the day,

but the cars are Read More »

This is not a story anyone wants to hear, so I’ll give it to you slow. You let me know when you’ve heard enough.

My cousin Johnny wasn’t really my cousin. He was the stepson of my aunt, my mother’s older sister who had had a bad first marriage and rather than marry again, decided she’d be unfashionable for the Read More »

They were too overwhelmed by the sight of decaled media vans and fiending paparazzi rising up the hillside, one cocked elbow at a time.

A man from Hong Kong, along with a woman from Denmark and a teenager from Paramus, New Jersey all watched the spectacle from their cell phones as they each spent one more minute never meeting one Read More »

I fear being like her and I am like her

the critical part that wants to hurt the other

render them helpless and needy

no one measuring up, everything falling short Read More »

See the crane sleeping
It’s neck sways when the wind blows
Please don’t fall on me

Homeless Jack mines gems Read More »

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Organ-grinders

The art of organ-grinding is fast disappearing, almost as quickly as we are. There used to be an organ-grinder and his little Read More »

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