There are more and more
Appropriate people keeping
Me together and onwards.
The eight definitions of the word drift, listed in Merriam Websters, almost serendipitously describe Justin Edward Moore’s exhibition ‘Drift’ at At Peace gallery. Three moderately sized epoxy panels assemble flat works from 1991 to 2005. Resembling trilobites encased in prehistoric sap these respective drawings, writings and photographs though joined materially, span disparate media, subject matter and time. A piece of paper affected with the stains of age reads FREE TIMES in all capital letters. Clusters of heavy figures rendered in charcoal recall American Realism of the 1920’s and 30’s. Their meticulously crafted strong and stonelike bodies are as physical and permanent as the adjacent writings are ephemeral and effortless. A calligraphic and biomorphic abstract exercise in the logic of patterns, resembling a block print, rests in compact solitude under a foxing piece of paper, so aged, all that remains legible is its muted mood. An oil pastel drawing Moore made as a child in 1991 pierces through the otherwise tan, black and white palette of the exhibition. It depicts a face grided and split down the middle. This collection, as a work of art, is an open celebration of life that Moore invites us all to. Moore’s real kindness is unmissable, across this vast array of these works, in that his sensitivity is always apparent and even paramount.
Every one a love supreme
A low kick back beat in everyone’s step
A guidance system providing new gods steps
Every one in praise of the reinvention
Of god
Of trinity
Of old
Of young
A rebuilt god
A god of us
A good god
So far as we
Are good.
An orb in no one’s hands slowing down its
Otherwise always spinning, done rehearsing.
Done.
It’s done.
We are forever as an electrical union of perspectives as in an aspen forest and will
Forever splinter and spread until an inverse time equivalent of the atom whereupon a new reversal and contraction of all efforts toward a central static trinity
A solid form:
Two one six.
Kindness
Kindness
Kindness
The ability to turn your back to ANYTHING
In the way of my very self nearing perfection.
The perks of a daily drift upward on an
Embracement of each overlapping now.
Each overlapping disk of now as silica
Upon the fine earth, weathered earth.
That very nature of mailability, of
Responsive flexibility of the pattern
Of the essence of what makes
Clay clay, which man was
Made form from in myth.
What has brought me here? You there?
Whom are you and whom am I?
What was the question?
What was the answer?
To be.
To do.
To Be?
To Do.