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SOLO
exhibition
Moss
Zoe Anna
THAILAND
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“My art answers the question, if you are in your twenties and a recovering alcoholic what else can you do to get 'messy'?”
Zoe Anna Moss is a self-taught abstract painter and photographer originally from Australia, who now lives and works in Chiang Mai, Thailand. While art was never an important form of expression for Zoe during childhood and through her teenage years, it did still follow and patiently wait for her, like a fairy godmother.
She finally did embrace it, however, fully exploring its potential when mental health and sobriety challenges arose. She then embarked on an artistic journey to understand herself and her emotions.
Clarity
Acrylic
$90
You’ve been outside in the sun. You go back inside and everything is dark and uncomfortable till your eyes adjust. Then, when that moment comes, your eyes (exhausted from over blinking) take it all in. That’s my Clarity.
She is so influenced and inspired by Picasso that she has even named her dachshund after him!
Zoe’s landlord describes her as “Pure talent”, and her mother describes her ability as "amazing" and "completely natural."
Not formally educated in art, she believes life and experience has been the greatest teacher.
Now, almost 18 months sober, she has sold over fifty pieces worldwide and continues to grow her base clientele. One collection finished and another just beginning, she is quickly establishing herself as an artist to watch out for.
Her multiple piece sets are a combination of chaos and order. She structures and develops the base foundation through measurement and design.
Unpacking is a new relationship. You are slowly showing all your sides/angles, good & bad. Putting it out there, letting it drip down. But not too far. Keep some healthy boundaries up, and always tread carefully. Helpful hint: don’t share your “I wasn’t hugged enough as a child and that’s why I have intimacy issues” philosophy on a first date. Keep the freudian issues & political discussions between you & your dog until after you’ve met the distant cousins, or they’ve said something more f'd up.
Instead of shoving my emotions down to that once very full pit in my stomach, I throw paint. Paint lets me explore this world inside me that I've never been able to balance or even understand.
Playful. In my house, at about 3am, my 6-month old dachshund Picasso starts his day. I hear him run and slide across the hallway carrying shoes and clothes, basically anything he can get his paws/teeth on, and rushes the goodies back into our bed. I woke up to a shoe being dropped on my nose today. All I could do was laugh at the fact that he was stuck in dental floss and a coat hanger, still trying to multitask with the shoe-chewing. Attaboy…
When it comes to painting, she is free. She does what she feels in that moment. The pieces can be either combined or separated. She loves the options these dimensions offer as a result. When spaced out the gaps are filled in with the flow and the viewer’s own imagination. Creating a different experience for everyone. Not only unique but unique to each, every time.
 Prize Ribbon (1)Describe your image |
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I’m in the snow, in a rush and I don’t dry my hair properly before leaving the house. It’s a beautiful night, and I feel the snow flurries landing on the tip of my nose as I walk to the bus. I step on. The doors close. I grab my frozen hair and CRACK it in half.
She also uses spray paints, watercolours (often mixing acrylic watercolour), and whatever else she can put together. It’s all a bit of everything sometimes, but that is her method. It comes together in the end and is always how she envisioned it.
Being your own hero. Being able to self-love, accept & validate yourself. For the last year & a half, I’ve practiced building self confidence everyday. I will never forget the moment 6 months in when I finally smiled back at myself in a mirror for the first time. Was I being full of myself? Was it ego? Or was I smiling at the fact that my hair tied up looked like a pineapple and so I shook it a few times and sang in my ‘deep voice’, “who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Pineapple Zoe!"
Her techniques range from pouring, splatter, Jackson Pollock-type to recyclable plastic cups dipped in paints and left to drip down canvases.
Heat. You feel a bubbling rise in your chest when the person you desire is about to kiss you. You’re looking at the ground. Your hands are fidgeting. You start to wonder how your body knows to breath while kissing. Then you worry you’ll breathe through your mouth while kissing into their mouth and isn’t that CPR? You realise you haven’t said anything for 5 minutes and you look up and their eyes are still locked on you eagerly. So you learn to breath underwater.
