Welcome to 2B…
… a Greenwich Village apartment where I, Frazier Moore, happen to reside … and stay busy in my very cozy studio where (so far) I’ve brought to life more than 200 art pieces — and, along the way, been proud to be honored for a few.
(Currently, I’m thrilled to have these two pieces — “Hole in One” and “Red Cat” —on display, into the Fall, in the 14th Annual Abstract Only! show at Wailoa Center in Hilo, Hawaii.)
Until not too long ago, my hands-on experience with creativity was limited to fingers punching a keyboard.
Even as a preschooler I banged on an antique Underwood typewriter, imagining words of my own.
Later, I spent more than four decades in the journalism game, thirty of those years as television reporter/critic for The Associated Press.
I wrote a book.
That was enough. Enough writing, enough words.
So I began a different journey, through the wilderness of I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing, and along the way have put my hands on everything in reach — from copper and plexiglas to resin and rubber, from PVC pipe to that sticky foam you spray to fill the mouseholes in your baseboard — in creating my visual, gloriously nonverbal pieces.
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I hope you’ll take a look at a few more below.
(Aluminum) spaghetti and (stainless steel) balls.
This “Roller Coaster” is made from wire and rubber tubing.
Who abandons fudgcicles to melt in the sun? I call this “Where Did Everybody Go?” — and, by the way, I’m delighted to announce that this piece will be part of the 22nd Annual Open Juried Show this October and November hosted by the Peninsula Art League in Gig, Washington.
Pigeon. (plexiglas)
Phallic beer can and phallic Fabreze.
One of my favorites: I call it “Maverick.” Just one sassy link dares to stand out from the crowd.
PVC Yoga position.
A series of five 4” X 4” resin squares. Each, with its raised steel or rubber ball configuration, forms the five letters T O U C H in Braille: A piece welcoming (and messaging) the sightless.
A trio of resin bagels molded from an actual Brooklyn bagel. Silicone caulking provides the cream cheese schmear.
In this oversensitive world, it seems we’re always walking on eggshells, doesn’t it?
Coke Break. Vintage 1950s bottles destroyed by the artist and mounted on wood in a resin base.
Aluminum wire: 2 cats share 1 tail.
A grim reminder seen here as installed in my hallway: In today’s world, trust — in institutions, one another, maybe ourselves — is in serious jeopardy.
Objects uniformly sprayed with gray acrylic paint: A selection of things you drink (or, from the pill bottle, pop) to lift you out of that grayness.
Plexiglas: Woman reclining.
Melting ice cream cone. Made with that messy home-seal foam I mentioned before, then painted with spray paint, acrylic and air-brushing.
