Fifthsister Fine Art

Fifthsister Fine Art Connie Moore is a professional fine artist who specializes in abstract and realism painting. There is a depth and a story behind every artwork.

The power to tap into your imagination, assemble an idea and bring the idea to life on canvas is absolutely magical and gratifying. Each artwork is an opportunity to understand the materials better; to understand the light and movement of paint better. The smell of the media, the feel of the paintbrush in hand, the texture and flow of paint is fascinating. Through listening to music, meditation, connecting with life experiences and nature, the creation of art becomes a full-body experience.

This may be my favorite stage of a painting.The pencil work is finished, and once the background goes in, the drawing su...
09/04/2026

This may be my favorite stage of a painting.

The pencil work is finished, and once the background goes in, the drawing suddenly pops. There’s still so much possibility in it.

I might even love this stage more than the finished painting—because finished is always so hard to determine. There’s always one more thing I could adjust, soften, sharpen, glaze…

But here, I know exactly where I am.

Now I let it dry.

And practice the hardest part of painting: patience.

Next painting in my Chisholm Trail Series.People often ask me, “How long did that take?”My pat answer has always been: A...
08/23/2026

Next painting in my Chisholm Trail Series.

People often ask me, “How long did that take?”

My pat answer has always been: All of my life.

And really, it has.

It’s an accumulation of life experience, countless hours at the easel, thousands of dollars spent on workshops and lessons over the past 20 years, and everything I’ve learned from the master artists I’ve been fortunate enough to study under.

This drawing represents about 14 hours of actual drawing time so far. That doesn’t include finding and arranging the objects, working out the composition and lighting, photography, canvas preparation, or all the other work that happens before I ever make a mark.

And after all those years, I’m still learning.

Every painting is another lesson.

Also—after 20 years, I finally bought myself a drawing glove. 😂 What a difference! No more dragging my hand through hours of charcoal work.

Some trips leave you with souvenirs. Others leave you with inspiration.Santa Fe did both.Walking Canyon Road and taking ...
07/28/2026

Some trips leave you with souvenirs. Others leave you with inspiration.

Santa Fe did both.

Walking Canyon Road and taking in so much extraordinary art, experiencing the passion and rhythm of flamenco dancing, and wandering through the incredible annual Spanish Market reminded me why I love creating. We also visited the beautiful Loretto chapel with its famous spiral staircase—a place filled with history, craftsmanship, and wonder.

The best part, though, was the people.

Robin and I shared long walks down memory lane, and I loved getting to know her daughter Amanda—who also happens to be my goddaughter. We laughed, shopped for art, enjoyed wonderful conversations with our Uber drivers, and simply soaked in every moment.

I didn’t take many photos. I was too busy being present while others captured the memories for me.

I came home with a few pieces of art, renewed inspiration for my own work, and a grateful heart.

Sometimes the greatest gift isn’t what you bring home—it’s seeing the world through fresh eyes and sharing it with people you love.

Part of the creative process is finding objects that represent and tell a story Two hours of shopping and learning… and ...
07/21/2026

Part of the creative process is finding objects that represent and tell a story

Two hours of shopping and learning… and I found a harmonica I believe whispers the message of the cowboy on the plains.

Yesterday, I sent a text to a friend, and it turns out he had the perfect fiddle for me! 🎉

On my search, I read about and watched YouTube videos on the history of the harmonica. I learned it wasn’t just an instrument—it was a companion. Cowboys played it to ease loneliness on long cattle drives, and some accounts suggest the soft music even helped settle the cattle at night.

Unlike a harmonica tucked into a shirt pocket, a fiddle was much harder to carry. If one made the journey, it was more likely packed in the chuck wagon. But when the day’s work was done, both instruments brought something every trail hand needed: music, comfort, a sense of community, and a reminder of home.

Creating a series of artwork is more than painting. Every object is a journey through history, and with each one, I gain a deeper appreciation for the lives behind these simple, everyday things.

Presence Through AbsenceChisholm Trail Series • Painting No. 2The Chisholm Trail crossed Indian Territory, carrying catt...
07/20/2026

Presence Through Absence
Chisholm Trail Series • Painting No. 2

The Chisholm Trail crossed Indian Territory, carrying cattle, cowboys, commerce, and cultures across a landscape already rich with history.

Rather than paint the people, I’m painting what remains.

This series is intentionally sparse. Every object is chosen with purpose, allowing space for memory and imagination. Here, a worn stirrup and a solitary spur exist in quiet tension—silent reminders of the rider who is no longer there.

These objects are more than artifacts. They are witnesses. They speak of miles traveled, hard work, resilience, and lives that have faded into history, while the objects themselves remain.

Sometimes absence speaks louder than presence.

Another voice for my Chisholm Trail Series.I don’t paint objects because they are old.I paint them because they have a s...
07/14/2026

Another voice for my Chisholm Trail Series.

I don’t paint objects because they are old.

I paint them because they have a story to tell.

Long after the trail grew quiet, they remain—holding stories for anyone willing to stop and see.

She needs a name. She will be holding space in my life for about a year. What should I call her?

Presence through absence.That is the heart of my Chisholm Trail and the Indian territories it crossed Series.It is an ex...
07/05/2026

Presence through absence.

That is the heart of my Chisholm Trail and the Indian territories it crossed Series.

It is an exploration of the stories carried by objects that remain. A worn stoneware jug. A weathered tin cup. A dried devil’s claw. Ordinary things that have outlived the people who once experienced them.

Today I signed the first completed painting in the series. It was an emotional experience! Not only because it’s the first in the series, but is was the first significant painting since I lost Charles.

For eleven years, my mentor, Charles Becker, saw every significant painting before I signed it. He would study it and find the places that could be pushed a bit further. His final nod became part of my process. …. And, he assured me he would always find something when I told him I’d presented myself with the challenge of showing him a painting and he’d say perfect. 😆

Today there was no final critique of a painting that carried this much importance to me.

Only the question every artist eventually faces:

Is it enough?

Charles never wanted me to paint like Charles.

He taught me to see.

His lessons are there in every edge I soften, every reflected light I searched for, every moment I choose patience over rushing.

So today this signature carries both gratitude and grief.

This painting is mine.

This is a Connie painting… after Charles!

10x20, layered mixed media, rooted and grounded in mystery. Some days loneliness moves through me.Nothing in my outward ...
06/30/2026

10x20, layered mixed media, rooted and grounded in mystery.

Some days loneliness moves through me.

Nothing in my outward life has changed, yet there are moments when I feel lonely. Sometimes I distract myself from it. Other times, I sit with it.

Oddly, when I stop resisting it, there is existential calm.

Not because everything is okay.
Not because I have all the answers.
But because I’m willing to sit in the mystery.

I know how quickly life changes—for better or for worse. Certainty is an illusion.

So I return to this moment.

I cook.
I exercise.
I paint.
I love the people I can love.
I grieve when I need to grieve.
And I continue.

For me, peace isn’t found in believing that life will always work out as I hope. It is found in accepting that life is fragile, unpredictable, and still worthy of my presence.

Perhaps loneliness, too, belongs to the mystery.

Connie

These little 5×7 paintings are where I go when I don’t want to perform.They’re made with leftover paint at the end of a ...
06/28/2026

These little 5×7 paintings are where I go when I don’t want to perform.

They’re made with leftover paint at the end of a studio session. No plan. No expectation. No concern about whether they’re “good.” Just color, marks, instinct, and whatever is asking to come out that day.

As I worked on them today, I found myself thinking about how much of our lives is spent learning to fit in.

We learn what we’re supposed to believe.
How we’re supposed to love.
What success looks like.
How we’re supposed to speak, dress, vote, worship, create, and belong.

Some of those things become part of us. Some never really do.

Whether it’s religion, culture, family, politics, or simply the desire to be accepted, we all feel the pull to conform. After all, belonging is one of our deepest human needs.

Maybe complete authenticity isn’t something we ever fully achieve. We’re all shaped by the people and experiences that formed us.

But perhaps the work of a lifetime is simply becoming aware of those influences and gently asking,

“Does this still belong to me?”

Maybe authenticity isn’t becoming someone new.

Maybe it’s remembering who we’ve quietly been all along.

These little paintings are my reminder to keep asking that question.

The Unseen Part of Painting … I fought with my paint brushes all day… I tried one after another … and I was just frustra...
06/21/2026

The Unseen Part of Painting …

I fought with my paint brushes all day… I tried one after another … and I was just frustrated!!!!

I put off replacing brushes as long as possible as they are quite expensive! One by one, each has lost its edge. The points no longer come together. The crisp lines I want became a struggle. Every stroke today required more effort than it should.

So today I finally surrendered and ordered new brushes.

$300 worth.

For those who don’t paint, that probably sounds ridiculous. For artists, it’s simply part of the journey. A worn-out brush is like a dull chisel to a sculptor or a blunt knife to a chef. At some point, skill alone can’t overcome the limitations of the tools.

I use Kolinsky red sable brushes because they hold paint beautifully and allow me to paint the tiny shifts in value and detail that realism demands. They are not glamorous purchases.

But they are part of every painting.

Art is filled with these unseen investments—time, patience, materials, mistakes, and sometimes a painful credit card charge.

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