The Sibyl #5

by Christopher Moeller

“…lost in utter grief I fail’d
To send my life thro’ olive-yard and vine
And golden grain, my gift to helpless man.
Rain-rotten died the wheat, the barley-spears
Were hollow-husk’d, the leaf fell, and the sun,
Pale at my grief, drew down before his time
Sickening, and Aetna kept her winter snow.”

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-from Demeter and Persephone by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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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.