Moena Moxham's solo exhibition and collection of artworks bubbled and expanded from her three month adventure around Japan in March to June 2015. This trip was the realisation of a dream and fulfilment of a lifelong passion and fascination with the culture, language and aesthetic of the Asian isles. The trip was used as inspiration for the resulting work and as an investigative trip to find new opportunities for her art. Over this period she took to her love of expression through poetry; the medium being the best fit for her to convey her ideas quickly and efficiently while travelling. 

The combination of Moena's artistic techniques, Asian and Pacific influence and meticulous attention to detail makes the works unique and progressive. There are three components to the 17 pieces; Textile, Poetry | Mixed media, and Grid.

Intricate and mathematical patterns constructed around rules and formula, combine with fluid ink markings and textural printmaking. Moxham's poetry expresses her life, loves and observations over this period. Each artwork is individual and orchestrated in conjunction with the selected poem and written in Moxham's handwriting.

Combining her love of the formal and playful, kinetic and calm; it is intimate and elegant collection with an essence and voice all of her own.

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Changing in and 

Out 

of identities like clothes 

Discarded skins on the floor 

Bare bottomed sauntering 

away 

Realising the only thing needed 

Is 

The thing 

You are 

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New Skin

…………......

Even daylight curls herself in night’s embrace

The laughing lady must have a darkness in her smile,

Not dusky, more like midnight,

Inky undulating pillows of ideas emanating from the 

Inside

Out

Embellished with apertures framing opportunity.

Refracting snapshots build an image

The echo of a past production

Yet familiar in consistency and familiarity; the bass notes with 

resonance and sound

Dynamic adaption to change

quiet, subtle but conscious evolution

growth, reflection, breaking apart and reforming in

New

Better

Stronger 

Function over form

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H.O.T

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Slowly, as the ice block begins to 

m   e      l         t 

The little licks become more frantic 

Only pausing 

to take breath, a mellow

Purr 

Of contentment, readily affirmed by a long drawing taste from base to 

Tip. 

A mouth, cool with sweetness takes the entire block, gently 

Encasing 

Squeezing 

The sides, the edges, running 

a soft and relaxed tongue 

Over 

The surface 

As the block melts and trickles 

Swallowing memories and sensation. 

Teeth nibble 

Their fronts cool and zinging, affronted by the chill, gently they press 

into the resistant texture 

Savouring 

Aroma

The combining theories of consumption at a pace 

Less coolness, more stick 

Satisfaction 

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Signature embroidery detail

Gold M(oena) M(oxham) 'knuckles' logo and Japanese Moena Moxham: Mo-e-na Mo-ku-sa-mu 

萌名 木作夢 = Crush (as in the manga infatuation), Name, Tree, Make, Dream

Southerly

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My face is 

cold 

My nose tingling

Breath slipping down inside me like 

Gold foil lining my windpipe 

There is no question my 

Body 

Is alive, pumping and consuming 

Energy 

to send

Blood 

into cheeks that are brazed with 

Conscious 

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Got your back

……………….........

Is it so far fathomed to crave

Another’s

Touch

The warmth and soothing presence of soft skin against my back

Resisting the solitude and fight

To hold your own

I’d rather hold yours

That space between your heart and

the

Cavity

In your chest which

Constricts when the emotional mouse tries to pounce 

and scuttle away

She’s been present too long

Looking for the morsel

Un-tapped, 

Un-trapped,

Curling asleep with tail in 

Paws

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Making

……….....

It is a madness 

When you are 

Compelled 

So deeply to fulfil and create

What is in your mind 

Spilling out of you like 

you have 

Sprung 

Leaks 

like a cheese grater 

Trying 

To hold the water 

of moving ideas, colours, fragments 

Converging together until you are 

Satisfied 

Because they now exist Frankenstein! 

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❤️

….

You tell me you have never felt

Love 

Its incomprehensible to me 

To not touch and grasp the 

Pain but beauty 

The complexity of Divine madness 

the only form of insanity which is publicly appropriate 

How I have underestimated the spectrum of emotions 

What courage it takes to

Explore 

The grey, the red, the 

Off 

White 

What an incredible gift it is to embrace humanism 

How many chapters this emotion contains 

Each written in a script that matures with time 

The links and hues change and the 

Ink 

Refills and empties 

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Digital Torture

……………….........

My finger hovers over the key

Aware of the pain the proceeding action will cause 

But like the slush of tea from the teacup, it slowly comes 

down to press into 

Action 

A visual gunshot to the face 

Of happiness complete

Resounding and pure 

The engulfing wave of shame, guilt, sadness and overwhelming loneliness breaks 

Self imposed torture enlightened by the digital age. 

Thank you for giving me an alternative, virtual noose from which to hang 

For days 

Like dried meat, emotionally crisp scraped on the

inside 

out 

No one else to blame except that sausage finger and access 

Excess; esc 

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Vision

……......

Ever decreasing ellipses suck

me

closer towards the 

void

Devoid of energy and suppressed in the most glorious black haze

Dropped in front of life

Preventing me from pushing through to the place where I am happy

Wanting to grab an edge

Rip

the veil away; setting fire to the 

highly flammable

Passion which lies within

before it is buried under soft layers

drifting in like

Snow

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Ladders

….............

I have something important to say

while watching you appraise

me

glazing over and mentally undressing

me

gawking and gauging my 

cup size, whether I am 

wet for you

Bending me over the furniture

You

Underestimate me

Like I haven't summarised, measured and deemed you

un-fit

Your motives transparent

I

Will

Get

What 

I 

Want

You’d be better making it easy on yourself

And tuning into my words.

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Paint with words

…………………...........

The words appear on the page

with no wrong or write way of appearing

They have just been 

Said

Read

They are

solid

fully formed

And once they are out

You

can take it or leave it

No misinterpretation

Keep your opinion

The scribble may become

unintelligible, the spelling and grammar 

off

But the message is rather 

clear

Shall we mix it up, keep it fresh

Change the page to black and 

Burn

white hot with meaning

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Soul

……...

People wander through the passageway 

between

reflection

and 

reality

Somehow Japan has completed the puzzle

She has heated and sealed the ends

which were fraying

So gently it soothed both

mind and body

Quietly embroidering the sparkle and glints of true happiness

The pattern created of hard work and diligence but

Lacking an essence unique

So inherent

only the buds know how to teach the 

Flower

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The Bigger Picture

……………………............

At some point you have to round the

edges 

just a little

Forget the path and

relax.

Because when you do you see the wonder

in all

that is around you.

For the life you dreamed living

It is one shade 

softer

the mountain in the background

Yet, she is sitting,

Residing

with her watchful eye on the playful

present

No need anymore to be in full relief or

to be in 

Order

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