@[1355970352:2048:Richard Moore] is one of the first prodigies I ever encountered beyond childhood. We were young then, and we were trying to make sense of a world that was impossible to survive, let alone flourish within. This 16 year-old kid taught me things about seeing, being, living, thinking and inventing… that were beyond my imaginings. He lit my mind like a fuse, and 20 years of separation never dulled that fire. Not unlike me, he struggles to make his art make ends meet… and spends nearly all his waking hours making far too little money. He’s largely unknown. But I know this cat, and I’ll tell you something you’ll understand immediately: he could move the world. Which is part of why he’s slaving away for a pittance at the artboard… and he shouldn’t be. One tiny shift is all it would take. Just one opportunity… that actually gave him the chance to use his art the way he was born and aches to. I say this because we need minds and hearts like his, to help us see… to help us remember… ourselves, our imaginations, our hearts… origins… and humanity. I wish this image did the original any justice at all. It’s a photo of a reproduction from the frontispiece of the first issue of Cyanosis (my art/lit journal), and man was I proud to have this introduce ‘the issue’. Rick taught me how to learn to use my eyes, and I never stopped. I believe he produced this at 16 or 17. I suspect that hundreds of hours of work were involved. The actual image is so incredibly textural that it practically comes to life; I have never seen anything like it. But then again, I have never known anyone like Rick. He recently sent me some mocks for a children’s book project that the initiator abandoned… and they blew my mind so badly that I just wanted to find a way to publish them. This guy is the end of the rainbow for any agent who can simply pay him for a project he can sink his inks into.

Richard Moore is one of the first prodigies I ever encountered beyond childhood. We were young then, and we were trying to make sense of a world that was impossible to survive, let alone flourish within.

This 16 year-old kid taught me things about seeing, being, living, thinking and inventing… that were beyond my imaginings. He lit my mind like a fuse, and 20 years of separation never dulled that fire.

Not unlike me, he struggles to make his art make ends meet… and spends nearly all his waking hours making far too little money. He’s largely unknown. But I know this cat, and I’ll tell you something you’ll understand immediately: he could move the world.

Which is part of why he’s slaving away for a pittance at the artboard… and he shouldn’t be. One tiny shift is all it would take. Just one opportunity… that actually gave him the chance to use his art the way he was born and aches to. I say this because we need minds and hearts like his, to help us see… to help us remember… ourselves, our imaginations, our hearts… origins… and humanity.

I wish this image did the original any justice at all. It’s a photo of a reproduction from the frontispiece of the first issue of Cyanosis (my art/lit journal), and man was I proud to have this introduce ‘the issue’. Rick taught me how to learn to use my eyes, and I never stopped.

I believe he produced this at 16 or 17. I suspect that hundreds of hours of work were involved. The actual image is so incredibly textural that it practically comes to life; I have never seen anything like it. But then again, I have never known anyone like Rick. He recently sent me some mocks for a children’s book project that the initiator abandoned… and they blew my mind so badly that I just wanted to find a way to publish them.

This guy is the end of the rainbow for any agent who can simply pay him for a project he can sink his inks into.