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      I have no idea who either of those dudes are. This was a weak liquid lights demonstration a very generous arts & music festival was gracious enough to allow me the space. 2013 I think. I had 2 cheap projectors and no understanding of what we were doing, hence the candy dye and lack of color. I think we just had water and candy dye, maybe mineral oil I am not sure how far along I was in that rabbit hole. I told them, hey I am learning about this, I have no idea what I am doing, I just got into this and did I mention I don’t know what I am doing. They said we’ll find electricity for you come on out. I can namecheck a dozen liquid light artists who have a stronger portfolio than I do as I type this. Like we are competing. What this image is to me, is progress. And me sharing my whatever this is, with 2 random strangers. Me & assistant are out of view, I presume it was him that took this photo since I was never great at documenting anything. Pretty sure that is why we have images from that weekend. Ohio what a crazy state for an arts & music festival. Fun fact, 1 of the 2 projectors we had, had a short and it electrocuted you if you touched the metal. Some how, liquid got inside the projector I reckon. It wasn’t 120 volts, it was like a weak ouch let’s not use this projector type of thing. You get shocked also? Ouch, okay I think we need to toss this one. So, our demonstration was actually 2x weaker than intended, due to stuff I can’t even make up. I know it’s weak, but we couldn’t have predicted just how weak. This is a failure, this header image too. Life is crazy. I didn’t even have proper glass barely, relying on textured glass from goodwill since the liquids were lacking color or contrast. Haha. This was 2013, in 2015 (I think?) I was invited back, actually brought equipment and skills 2 years later, but this time I wasn’t provided any power. So it looked like I wasn’t even trying I bet. The few times where we did try and did execute really well, that stuff didn’t get photographed nor filmed. Maybe everything isn’t supposed to be documented, overshared, polished & throw up for people to judge. Or that’s a way of saying I wish I had more evidence of what I have done in the past. I need someone to take hundreds of images of what we do, pick out the ones with the most amount of contrast, tweak the lighting, this and that, crop it perfectly and rotate it a few degrees so the corners are symmetrical. Publish. Now sit back and wait for that affirmative like notification. Or have more than one person taking photographs throught a show, many projectors on point so it’s an overwhelming amount of movement. All you need is like 4 projectionists working on a singular image and it looks better than average. Now picture them being exceptionally skilled at what they are doing, in tune with the music. Throw in some color wheels, every artist is trying to do something a little different to make things their own. There are dozens of baller liquid projectionists that inspire me when I see their stuff. Did a weak playshop at a festival I was invited to, and there was a crazy rain storm and we had dozens of people under my tent. All crammed in, random people getting themselves out of the rain into some analog art thing. Those moments I didn’t capture. What other people, a promoter whose wife invited me to that festival saw, was weak projections. People who had never done this, catapulted into a playshop. Capitulation in reverse. Me, all those years removed, not knowing 10% of what I know now because that’s how you learn. This is a place to play without any talk of shop. I have made a little over 200 oil wheels, I want to do a gallery of them one of these days. The last 20 I made were really on point, starting to get things going then life punched me in the face. Stopped doing light shows in the summer of 2016, didn’t do anything for practically a year, sans one crazy event. June 2nd, 2017, for all practical purposes, was my first show back. Didn’t have any plates or overhead projectors, just wheels. Karl Denson & I can’t prove this but I wouldn’t be surprised if Taco [redacted] poisoned my well too that weekend, had set me up for failure before I plugged in. It’s all good I got no ill will towards anybody on this planet. They bused into “I’m your biggest fan”, sent me into a tail spin. The audacity of people to go around and like through his teeth mumbling words saying this is a true story on youtube. He has Rolling Stone money, I got a leaking roof with 1 very small leak that comes and goes. Do I redo my roof if I want to in time rebuild a tiny house? Climb up on top with 100lb containers of tar. Goodness the last time I carried a bucket on my roof I almost wrecked my future, and any possibility of having future generations of little mini me’s. Where was I? Oh right, life happens when you are ignoring small things. Right Mobsters. Tried to separate this from myself, the liquids projects, to remove my ego from that, it isn’t the brian light show, and if it was that would be okay too. People all have different ways of doing things. You name your solo band after the biggest concept man can grasp and then add Tiny to the front of that makes you a big thinker huh Karl Denson. I got thank you’s far and wide for that particular playshop at that festival, but people see what they want to do. Everything you do is judged by everybody is what it feels like with a mob harassing you for your very being. Cowardly people harassing you with mumbles, with fake aliases. Picture 5 years of intermittent harassment and see how you would react. You are going to send nice stern letters to a bunch of mobsters who have shown a lack of empathy in their flagrant misrepresentation of facts? Please. Big rock czars being so audacious with a 200 strong mob if I tried to explain it you would think I was making it up. The mob think my liquids are weak (they are more or less comparatively speaking). The mob wants to belittle every single thing I do, the opposite of midas, I can’t even put my pants on the right foot or even breathe without them giving me grief for taking their breath away in some silly Top Gun pun they thought of and wanted to buzz my flighttower with like that LD of that band who stood directly behind me, creeping on me, in a creepy way, for like an uncomfortably long time. Dude just standing behind me with some young girl. Weird right? They do that to punch down on me, to feel better about themselves. That is what bullying is folks. In 2013 my stuff was super weak, think I didn’t know that at that time? Is my stuff still weak? Yes, but it’s all relative. The people in this mob who put “painter” on their byline, I don’t criticize them, and I am not a painter, barely an artist most days. Just a word I add to the end of my name, right mob. People in the mob who have been harassing me (and no I am not dropping this), think they are poets. That is why I am being silly, I do not think I am a poet, rhyming the end of my sentences like an animated doll with a string that you pull to wind him up. I have like 12 catch phrases that I repeat in my list one night to the next, I play the same routine over and over. They didn’t even add a randomize() function to my circuitry so it’s the same sorry song over and over and over, over and beyond I just repeat over like 14 more times in different unexpected ways, inflecting my voice, adding synth as I overemphasize how silly and how weak my flow is, up around that next sentence, over yonder and past the next fractal. I am like Karl, I just write down whatever pops into my head, then I slap my brand on it, send the demo to my solo band, then we play that song for eternity. It’s like a weak fractal postcard design you think looks interesting at the time, but can’t quite discontinue because nobody wants that design. Less selection equals more sales, selling yourself is hard, but people won’t admit that they aren’t successful at making their hobby profitable  I ever mention the (possibly) fake orders I have received on this website? That J Frederic guy in Kalamazoo 49019 from August 17, 2017. The 54cent order on May 27th, 2017 from Pittsboro, NC 27312. I have my doubts at that order. June 15, 2018 I got a 54cent order from someone shipping their package to Marina del Ray, CA 90292. Placed an order for 54cents, and paid $1.90 in shipping. That is an odd order. I refunded their purchase via paypal, and you know what a normal person would do? They would say hey I received a refund, ? They would contact me, that’s what customers typically do. I’ve been in ecommerce for 19 years, I have some experience on what most normal rational customers do normally. On June 21st, 2018, I received an order shipping to the UK via MN. I don’t know if I find that odd except for the timing. On June 24th, 2018 I received an odd order shipping to Redondo Beach, CA 90277. July 2nd, 2018, I received an odd order, that probably is only odd because of something specific, that shipped to Kulpmont, PA 17834. I am not violating my privacy policy (or the spirit of it) by sharing privately a zipcode. I would never share customer data publicly. I am only being public after years of harassment. People were going to harass me until eternity, or are still intent on doing so. Because I am making this up out of thin air. The most recent order, from July 2nd was my last order. I got 4 strange orders in less than 1 month, and I have’t had an order on this website since then, 4.5 months since. That’s peculiar if you want to frame it that way how I framed it. This was after June 1st, 2018, when I started my rhyme campaign, I should note. Like all those emails I got in July & August of 2018, after I started sharing my rhymes publicly, that nobody reads except me

Fractal Compositions & Nonsensical Suspense

Deconstructed images of everyday scenes reconsidered and mashed up by Brian Moss, who you may know as the guy who was harassed endlessly by a mob born on Jamcruise XII

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I have no idea who either of those dudes are. This was a weak liquid lights demonstration a very generous arts & music festival was gracious enough to allow me the space. 2013 I think. I had 2 cheap projectors and no understanding of what we were doing, hence the candy dye and lack of color. I think we just had water and candy dye, maybe mineral oil I am not sure how far along I was in that rabbit hole. I told them, hey I am learning about this, I have no idea what I am doing, I just got into this and did I mention I don’t know what I am doing. They said we’ll find electricity for you come on out. I can namecheck a dozen liquid light artists who have a stronger portfolio than I do as I type this. Like we are competing. What this image is to me, is progress. And me sharing my whatever this is, with 2 random strangers. Me & assistant are out of view, I presume it was him that took this photo since I was never great at documenting anything. Pretty sure that is why we have images from that weekend. Ohio what a crazy state for an arts & music festival. Fun fact, 1 of the 2 projectors we had, had a short and it electrocuted you if you touched the metal. Some how, liquid got inside the projector I reckon. It wasn’t 120 volts, it was like a weak ouch let’s not use this projector type of thing. You get shocked also? Ouch, okay I think we need to toss this one. So, our demonstration was actually 2x weaker than intended, due to stuff I can’t even make up. I know it’s weak, but we couldn’t have predicted just how weak. This is a failure, this header image too. Life is crazy. I didn’t even have proper glass barely, relying on textured glass from goodwill since the liquids were lacking color or contrast. Haha. This was 2013, in 2015 (I think?) I was invited back, actually brought equipment and skills 2 years later, but this time I wasn’t provided any power. So it looked like I wasn’t even trying I bet. The few times where we did try and did execute really well, that stuff didn’t get photographed nor filmed. Maybe everything isn’t supposed to be documented, overshared, polished & throw up for people to judge. Or that’s a way of saying I wish I had more evidence of what I have done in the past. I need someone to take hundreds of images of what we do, pick out the ones with the most amount of contrast, tweak the lighting, this and that, crop it perfectly and rotate it a few degrees so the corners are symmetrical. Publish. Now sit back and wait for that affirmative like notification. Or have more than one person taking photographs throught a show, many projectors on point so it’s an overwhelming amount of movement. All you need is like 4 projectionists working on a singular image and it looks better than average. Now picture them being exceptionally skilled at what they are doing, in tune with the music. Throw in some color wheels, every artist is trying to do something a little different to make things their own. There are dozens of baller liquid projectionists that inspire me when I see their stuff. Did a weak playshop at a festival I was invited to, and there was a crazy rain storm and we had dozens of people under my tent. All crammed in, random people getting themselves out of the rain into some analog art thing. Those moments I didn’t capture. What other people, a promoter whose wife invited me to that festival saw, was weak projections. People who had never done this, catapulted into a playshop. Capitulation in reverse. Me, all those years removed, not knowing 10% of what I know now because that’s how you learn. This is a place to play without any talk of shop. I have made a little over 200 oil wheels, I want to do a gallery of them one of these days. The last 20 I made were really on point, starting to get things going then life punched me in the face. Stopped doing light shows in the summer of 2016, didn’t do anything for practically a year, sans one crazy event. June 2nd, 2017, for all practical purposes, was my first show back. Didn’t have any plates or overhead projectors, just wheels. Karl Denson & I can’t prove this but I wouldn’t be surprised if Taco [redacted] poisoned my well too that weekend, had set me up for failure before I plugged in. It’s all good I got no ill will towards anybody on this planet. They bused into “I’m your biggest fan”, sent me into a tail spin. The audacity of people to go around and like through his teeth mumbling words saying this is a true story on youtube. He has Rolling Stone money, I got a leaking roof with 1 very small leak that comes and goes. Do I redo my roof if I want to in time rebuild a tiny house? Climb up on top with 100lb containers of tar. Goodness the last time I carried a bucket on my roof I almost wrecked my future, and any possibility of having future generations of little mini me’s. Where was I? Oh right, life happens when you are ignoring small things. Right Mobsters. Tried to separate this from myself, the liquids projects, to remove my ego from that, it isn’t the brian light show, and if it was that would be okay too. People all have different ways of doing things. You name your solo band after the biggest concept man can grasp and then add Tiny to the front of that makes you a big thinker huh Karl Denson. I got thank you’s far and wide for that particular playshop at that festival, but people see what they want to do. Everything you do is judged by everybody is what it feels like with a mob harassing you for your very being. Cowardly people harassing you with mumbles, with fake aliases. Picture 5 years of intermittent harassment and see how you would react. You are going to send nice stern letters to a bunch of mobsters who have shown a lack of empathy in their flagrant misrepresentation of facts? Please. Big rock czars being so audacious with a 200 strong mob if I tried to explain it you would think I was making it up. The mob think my liquids are weak (they are more or less comparatively speaking). The mob wants to belittle every single thing I do, the opposite of midas, I can’t even put my pants on the right foot or even breathe without them giving me grief for taking their breath away in some silly Top Gun pun they thought of and wanted to buzz my flighttower with like that LD of that band who stood directly behind me, creeping on me, in a creepy way, for like an uncomfortably long time. Dude just standing behind me with some young girl. Weird right? They do that to punch down on me, to feel better about themselves. That is what bullying is folks. In 2013 my stuff was super weak, think I didn’t know that at that time? Is my stuff still weak? Yes, but it’s all relative. The people in this mob who put “painter” on their byline, I don’t criticize them, and I am not a painter, barely an artist most days. Just a word I add to the end of my name, right mob. People in the mob who have been harassing me (and no I am not dropping this), think they are poets. That is why I am being silly, I do not think I am a poet, rhyming the end of my sentences like an animated doll with a string that you pull to wind him up. I have like 12 catch phrases that I repeat in my list one night to the next, I play the same routine over and over. They didn’t even add a randomize() function to my circuitry so it’s the same sorry song over and over and over, over and beyond I just repeat over like 14 more times in different unexpected ways, inflecting my voice, adding synth as I overemphasize how silly and how weak my flow is, up around that next sentence, over yonder and past the next fractal. I am like Karl, I just write down whatever pops into my head, then I slap my brand on it, send the demo to my solo band, then we play that song for eternity. It’s like a weak fractal postcard design you think looks interesting at the time, but can’t quite discontinue because nobody wants that design. Less selection equals more sales, selling yourself is hard, but people won’t admit that they aren’t successful at making their hobby profitable

I ever mention the (possibly) fake orders I have received on this website? That J Frederic guy in Kalamazoo 49019 from August 17, 2017. The 54cent order on May 27th, 2017 from Pittsboro, NC 27312. I have my doubts at that order. June 15, 2018 I got a 54cent order from someone shipping their package to Marina del Ray, CA 90292. Placed an order for 54cents, and paid $1.90 in shipping. That is an odd order. I refunded their purchase via paypal, and you know what a normal person would do? They would say hey I received a refund, ? They would contact me, that’s what customers typically do. I’ve been in ecommerce for 19 years, I have some experience on what most normal rational customers do normally. On June 21st, 2018, I received an order shipping to the UK via MN. I don’t know if I find that odd except for the timing. On June 24th, 2018 I received an odd order shipping to Redondo Beach, CA 90277. July 2nd, 2018, I received an odd order, that probably is only odd because of something specific, that shipped to Kulpmont, PA 17834. I am not violating my privacy policy (or the spirit of it) by sharing privately a zipcode. I would never share customer data publicly. I am only being public after years of harassment. People were going to harass me until eternity, or are still intent on doing so. Because I am making this up out of thin air. The most recent order, from July 2nd was my last order. I got 4 strange orders in less than 1 month, and I have’t had an order on this website since then, 4.5 months since. That’s peculiar if you want to frame it that way how I framed it. This was after June 1st, 2018, when I started my rhyme campaign, I should note. Like all those emails I got in July & August of 2018, after I started sharing my rhymes publicly, that nobody reads except me

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