I ♥ Kelly Moore

We met Kelly Moore at the Flea Market north of Santa Fe, one of my favorite places to go to find people selling their own stuff. He has a booth there where he paints—paint and brushes and rags everywhere. He was kind of on a different wave length than I and so we didn’t talk much, but now I’m a fan. He shows at his studio on Canyon Road, too.

I don’t know why I’m drawn to this—it’s not what I would usually think of as “my style,” but I’m learning that I don’t actually have a style and am entranced (a good word this week) by all kinds of stuff.

Go here to see more. I actually like his written words a lot, too. [“Flea” refers to the flea market, at least in part.]
the flea has always been
a circus to me
but this year my neighbor
plays the trombone
during the day
i have no idea how this is going to
influence my art
but i am learnin a thing or two
about tommy dorsey
Gets the ideas hoppin’, doesn’t it?