Missing this guy, Ed Moses!
April 9, 1926-January 17, 2018
There will come a time when the improvisational jazz nature of Ed's work will get sorted, rendering some absolutely brilliant, some excellent, some soso, some borderline, some embarrassing, some really terrible.
At a distance, Ed knew well the difference and could criticize and sort his own work.
But Ed, while in the grip of the moment of painting, was mindless and instinctual. He could get seduced by a gimmick or the superficial. But then he'd get swept away by the multifarious gods of his Tibetan Buddhism where he swirled, swooned, splashed, slipped, slid, resisted, and collided with a cacophony of dissonant impulses that strove to reconcile and distill and destroy the obvious and easy.
Ed hated the word creative. It suggested to him something self-conscious and outside of the moment. Ed was at once volcanic and serene. In color and gesture, he tested his love of beauty with with large doses of ugly and incredulity.
When the curatorial reckoning comes to cull his best works which are so many, Ed will surely be fixed as one of our true greats.
I mourn the recent loss of John Baldessari. In his world and amongst his many progeny, he was surely a titan of postmodern cool and irony. He will be dearly missed.
But in this pervasive time of post-Warhol dispassion, Ed Moses was not cool or ironic in the least. He was pugnacious, impatient and critical. He was our painter at the heart of the Beauty and the Beast.
Ed was hot as hell! I miss his beautiful and complicated soul and his hand on a brush.
#sheltonbigart - 13 hours ago