About Tony Moody

Abridged CV  Signed By Tony Moody

Better known in the past for his numerous exhibitions in ceramics his work was characterised and known for its rhythmic forms and understated fluid-glazes. Occasionally these ceramics exhibitions included both his clay work and paintings. Now, however, he works exclusively on his paintings and drawings.

Following a momentous event in July in 2007 Tony Moody had the surprising and sobering opportunity to start his painting and drawing career afresh, as during the course of one week-end a fire destroyed the entire department where he worked. Ironically in his office for safe keeping were hundreds of drawing and paintings, which represented a more or less complete back catalogue from the previous twelve years of work!!

In His Own Words

I have a fascination for the chaotic and seeming random order of nature. I examine, play and interpret its texture, patterns and rhythms and try, with expressive immediacy, to tease out its hidden sense of order.

I draw my inspiration from the patterns and rhythms of nature, using my work like a visual diary. A casual or fleeting glimpse is often all I need as a starting point. I use the bird motif a lot in my work as both an uplifting symbol of freedom and a way of recording the unique and fleeting moments of creativity. Each original piece of my work is signed on the reverse of the image with a caricature self-portrait signature incorporating the year it was completed.

I love the feeling of the elements, the severe wind and driving rain or perhaps a more private moment as a “drip, drip” melody plays out in a puddle. Sensing the soundless cloak of fresh snow and the healing heat of a summer sun, watching the wind working on the water, intuition and instinct kicks in and I draw inspiration and ideas from these fleeting experiences. Something of their momentary-ness I want to capture…so the work goes on.

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Painting… First Encounters

I shall never forget my first encounter with paint.
Five years old is at an impressionable age.
And I was too over-excited and impatient, at having to wait my turn.

It was to prove an all to heady mixture, when added to the mesmerising cocktail of colours. Heaps of dead powder promisingly transformed to life with water. Here was trouble in deliciously daring shades. Colours, bright and bold. Colours that were simply too big for the page. With no particular outcome in mind I set about freely exploring; swishing and sploshing.

Colours readily took to the wooden Easel-frame, ran down the brush and coated fingers that were soon alert to a fresh focus.

This was strong new magic;
red without a care,
and then an irresistible urge;
bright yellow, the perfect match, in somebody else’s hair.
And immediately onwards with a bold dash of electric blue
to brightened up the stark white shirt of some interfering little ‘other’ who strayed too close with unwanted advice…
Why did she cry so and stare??

So lesson one ended rather abruptly, with heavy telling-off- tones ringing in my ears and the gritty, humiliating, banishment of an isolated sandpit.

Photo in the garden on the stump!!! Uncertain view from on high!

Luckily I was not too diminished or traumatised by the gritty repercussions of the power of paint. Based on seemingly nothing in particular and in common with a zillion other little people at school I also dreamed that one day I would be an artist, someday… but it wasn’t until ten years later at the age of fifteen that anything actually happened to aid this illusion. The art master randomly selected one of my paintings (Stylized Sunset) to hang for a week in the general corridor outside the art class. It was a ripple and a tiny needed nod of acceptance and it sowed a seed in a school boy’s ego…

Tony emerged as an artist over twenty years ago to critical acclaim… or then again it might have been too much criticising and exclaiming!!

“Who??” Sunday Times magazine 1985
“He did a nice job in Magnolia in the spare room” Dave Sheffield (One time employer -Painting contractor) 1990

“I think he’s got it all completely wrong” Victor Magrie his teacher and art critic 1993

“He’s in the garden painting the flowers” ex-wife to ex-mother in law, commenting on missing husband. 1994