Tuesday, June 2, 2037

Smyrna Outdoor Market: June Community Piece

Thank you to all the community members who partnered together to create this masterpiece!  

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Taking Steps

What better way to start a new year than by taking a step...
another step toward 
the fruition of ideas, the manifestation of dreams
another step out of the past and into the future
one step at a time
one step after another
moving mountains into seas
building, living the life you dare to envision
thoughts like poetry in motion
taking another step 
into and toward all that you are called to be, do, and see 
stepping past fear...of failure and the unknown
stepping over obstacles and roadblocks
stepping in spite of personal imperfections and limps
stepping with confidence
that you are enough
that you have what it takes
that IT is possible...
daring to BE
and be openly
daring to try
daring to walk
daring to say so
daring to take another step

This blog is my step...a step past my last...a step leading to my next.

I invite you to join me on my journey through artistry into destiny...
and may some picture, poem, or other posting
serve as inspiration or motivation as you too take steps on your own life's journey.

Ashley Jataun Moore
writer, artist, educator, workshop facilitator

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Tuesday, October 29, 2019

A Snapshot

This blog is a compilation of written and visual artistic expression.  This particular post is my attempt to provide viewers with a centralized view of my canvas art without having to search through posts.  Many of the paintings below are paired with poetry and other forms of written expression throughout this blog. 




Wednesday, July 12, 2017

What I Won't Do

What I won't do is give up
on me
on life
on hope
What I won't do is quit
or accept that THIS is it, that THIS is as good as it gets
can't do it
because something in me
deposited before birth
let's me know
that there is more
that something rises in me like helium
even when my head has dropped and my heart has sunken
that something in me
is a seed
is destiny
is hope
I can't give up.
So, I'll write to the masses of 0 until the crowds begin to come
I'll mount my paintings behind closed doors, on my own walls and in my own hallways until their exhibited in museums
I'll get up and look in the mirror and say, "I am enough" until the the validation from others follows
I'll keep going, and doing, and preparing
because publishers are coming,
curators are on their way...
the masses are coming
and when they arrive, they'll be seeking
seeking the fruit developed from the seed inside
when they arrive, they'll be seeking and I'll be ready
So in the meantime
what I can't do, what I mustn't do, what I won't do...is give up

Coming Unstuck

The Sky is NOT Falling

Wrong Conclusions

Silence me by accusing and confusing the mechanism of me parting my lips with me looking for something to be wrong
Silence me by telling me it’s me:  I’m off, something is wrong with my thinking and therefore my words lack enough merit to be entertained…
My Lips close
My Head drops
My Heart sinks
Three tears fall
My Words fall back into the recesses of my mind.
They don’t disappear.  They just leave the door of my lips as glimmer simultaneously leaves my eye.  They just weigh my heart and press upon my head.
Leaving me silent with headache and heartache. 
There must be something wrong with me.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017


The Dress

Hues she would never have put together...a length the opposite of what she thought she needed...a design she hadn't quite pictured; Yet she tries it on and realizes there's no need to look any further.  She's found THE dress...
So you are to me.  My beautiful surprise.  The perfect fit for such a time as this.  THIS dress is not a sketch, but rather penned with words and actions...the very things that have caused you to stand out to me.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

I Found My Purpose In Pain

Reflecting on some encounters with students over the last couple of weeks, both moments of frustration and moments of grace...Reflecting on chapters studied in my small group Bible Study class...Reflecting on my students' responses to both moments of warmth and gentleness,  I've been able to hone in on my purpose:

It's crazy how I can be SO frustrated
feel so bruised or wronged or angry or such a victim
It's crazy how in these spaces
God can awaken the seed He put in me
and change the glare in my eye, the Fire-Red Indignation
to a LOVE so warm and deep and consuming
that my heart melts
even for those who have hurt me
Sometimes all I can see and all I can feel
what was stolen or broken or unappreciated or disrespected-
and Sometimes the presence of His seed in me frustrates me
because I want to be angry and I want justice
I want to be redeemed from my pain
I want to be acknowledged and I want recompense
but REALLY, really I was made to LOVE
not to require
not to indict
not to wait for vindication
but to simply and completely
to LOVE deeply and widely and wholly
in such a way that CONQUERS EVERYTHING.
I AM more than a conqueror, but my victory and "living fully"
comes in ways that feel like losing at times.
and heal
and cover
and touch.
And what truly is NEEDED, and what truly is THE ANSWER

Saturday, November 19, 2016

First Mural in the Making

Life has its ups and downs, but one thing I am sure of is God's grace and blessings in ALL seasons and stages of life.  Sometimes you have to look for them.  Sometimes they are undeniably obvious.  Most times we just have to pay attention.  They are present and visible:  blessings and beauty, opportunity and purpose are there.  Sometimes we have to reset our focus, looking away from things that would distract us from growing and enjoying our lives.  

A colleague and I were blessed with the opportunity to create a mural for our school's cafeteria/auditorium.  This is my first collaborative, communal piece.  This is my first mural.