What do Italy, New England and the Southwest have in common? My good friend Kim Moss has lived in all three. He’s currently here in the Southwest, as most of you know, specifically in Truchas, New Mexico, the tiny Spanish land grant village I call home, tucked high up on a ridge of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, at 8500′ (the Sangres are the southernmost tip of the Rocky Mountains), half way between Santa Fe and Taos, on the somewhat famous High Road to Taos, living in the somewhat famous Hand Artes Gallery (see previous post Living in an Art Gallery). The gallery itself is in a beautiful old adobe home that has served as an art gallery for over 25 years.
Last summer he lived in his Airstream on my property (see previous post A Very Mini Artist’s Colony in New Mexico).
Clearly, he has a knack for creating interesting, sometimes unusual, artful places to be, as you might have guessed.
Kim is an artist; an oil painter. I’m not sure if any of you are aware this. You likely know him primarily as a great cook (see previous posts Italian Roast Pork Loin (Porchetta), Date Nut Bread for Christmas, A Great Holiday Supper: Taragon Chicken With Mushrooms, Kim Moss’s Elegant Seafood Paella, Adventures in the Art of Bread Making… and, and, and…) as well as an excellent friend to me (see previous post Taking it Slow in New Mexico). But that’s a rather flat portrait of any person. Don’t get too excited though, I’m not going to interview Kim for this post, although I hope we’ll do that sometime. For now I’d just like to show you some of his paintings.
I, personally, think his work is very contemporary, but it also stirs a sense of something rather “old” in me. Be it France at the turn of the century, or the Renaissance, his work embodies something deep and rich that resonates historic works, while still being every bit modern. No small feat.
So now, my dear readers, without further preamble, let me show you what you’ve been waiting to see. I give you Kim Moss as seen through his oils:
Love to you all,