by Stephen J. Goldberg Esq.
Last Tuesday night (January 16, 2018), a day before he died, Ed Moses had an art opening of his latest work at a gallery space next to the new Hal’s restaurant in Playa Vista (where you can see a remarkable installation of his painted sliding door screens). Ed wasn’t at the reception which was unusual, and when I spoke with his son Andy I could tell without much explanation that the end was near. I thought Ed would never die—even into his 90s he was a force of nature. I visited his studio several times in the last few months and found him working on canvases even while confined to a wheel chair. He painted every day—painting was for him like breathing—a life force. He painted outdoors in natural light wearing a big floppy hat and paint-spattered clothes with the tarmac between his house and his studio bearing years of war paint—battle scars of Ed’s mark making.