Sunday, October 8, 2017


It is the chasm I can neither
bridge nor level, here
on my side of silence

It's one I haven't felt before
unsure if it is the world which trembles now or I

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Friday, July 21, 2017

Saturday, July 1, 2017

“Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation 
can that which is indestructible in us be found.”
― Pema Chödrön

Thursday, June 22, 2017


I long for someone who,

when I am standing at the window,

looking on at the world in the still of night,

with the angry echo of sadness deep seated and heavy on my chest,

will see that side of me

and think it beautiful

Sunday, June 18, 2017

New watercolors

If there is a time let it be now
If there is a word let it be truth

There's a stretch of road bordered by a wooden fence, some cross beams loose in their hewn notches. Behind it grow dozens of hushed birch trees, thin and clustered together like secrets.  They have only just feathered their tops with round caps of cheery green leaves and stand too close to one another, knocking branches in the wind as though they are giggling to one another over their unruly crop.
Where the road carves between them they grow outward, breaking down fence posts in their effort to retake the land covered over with asphalts and tracks of humanity.

It is in itself a light watercolor, a thickly layered impressionist's canvas, a somber twilight cinematic still. It is beauty.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Going North (again) to a Nor'Easter

Here's a Christmastime poem that seems rather apt for flying back into the East Coast mess that is this Spring's snowstorm

On winter morn
In silent hush
I dreamt I flew
And felt the rush

The world outside
Just breaking slumber
As I, in dream
Embodied thunder

Sweet linen snow
Its glitter bright
Lit up the world
Banishing night

I, above
Observed all life
Its joyful gifts
Its endless strife

Chelsea Moore, Portland OR, Winter 2016

Monday, January 9, 2017

Creative Laissez-faire, or how I draw to showtunes.

It's probably time to write a little bit about my creative process.  Fortunately, for me lately that means being okay with whatever comes out on paper and trying again if I'm not pleased with the results. I'm all about seeing what happens and going from there.
For years I used to give myself a hard time on how my art would come out and was rarely completely proud or happy with what I made.

Today's work came from one of those faces you just have to draw. One of those faces that just needs to be on paper.  To start out, I just loosely outlined the areas that I wanted to be light and dark- a habit from oil painting that wormed its way into the rest of my art.

I wanted to use three values- the three boxes at the bottom I never ended up filling in. Just to keep it easy, I marked the areas like a Paint-By-Number.
After failing with the darkest value at the bottom of the page, I set out a 1cm grid as the guidelines for the lightest value and aimed to halve the measurements every time I went darker. Then, football happened and my plans went out the window.

Although at this point my first draft looked pretty dope, I tore off a fresh sheet of paper and laid it over the chart to mark off where I would draw. After some ad libbing and a few hours of Broadway showtunes on Pandora, here's where we ended up.

Thanks for reading!