Cleopatra

by Christopher Moeller

“On the high terrace desperately she shows,
Love-swollen like a falling fruit, her lithe,
Her virgin body that does naked writhe
In the warm and greedy wind, a snake that glows.

She wills, and her wild eyes dart lightnings white,
That the scent of her flesh upon the world be blown …
O sombre sea-flower scattered on the night!”

-from “Cleopatra” by Albert Samain

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Christopher Moeller

For twenty-six years I used my art to build imaginary worlds, populated by fantastic creatures. More recently, my desire for invented worlds has given way, unexpectedly, to a love affair with this world. I am experimenting with new approaches, both in terms of subject matter and craft. I am developing my instinct for authenticity... for things with real power. I find myself drawn to landscapes, both outward and internal, that feel real. My paintings document a slow, often frustrating, recommitment to the fundamentals of art, and a reconnection to the human experience.