Mose T

Remembering Mose T, one of Alabama’s premiere folk artists.


I talked to the Mose
That nobody knows,
The one who paints from the heart.

He sat on his bed
With his hat on his head
And told me the secret of Art.

With a whisper and wink,
It’s not what you think.
“It comes and goes in dreams.”

A brush with life.
A brush with death.
It’s always more than it seems.

© Charles Ghigna

Note: I met Mose in 1999 at his home studio in Montgomery, Alabama, where I watched him paint a red pico bird for me that now hangs in my home. He sat on his bed with his hat on painting in the light of the December afternoon. I asked him where he got his ideas. He made his final stroke, handed his painting to me and said, “It comes and goes in dreams.” A little tear of green paint still runs from the red bird's eye. 

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Charles. What a tribute. This poem says a lot about art and Mose and you. I love
    "A brush with life
    A brush with death
    It's always more than it seems."