who is Ed?

Ed took to the drink quicker than Charles Bukowski. (read Ham on Rye? that's FAST!)

Seriously, though, in my history there's almost none of the above and a lot more of this:

 

TONS of this:

An unbelievable amount of silliness.

 

Sometimes I'm at Disney World and Jesse and Alex ambush me while I'm wearing my Elvis Costello perscription sunglasses.

Sometimes me, Steven, JP and Casey gotta tear shit up at the Black & White Ball.

 

Sometimes I think about stuff...

(right there I was thinking about Chet Baker circa 1955 popping out of a cake with nothing but a diaper and a sash on.)

 

Sometimes someone floofs my tummy and I laugh.

 Sometimes Mr. Leventhal (my high school art teacher and one of the coolest folks you'll ever meet) will tell us to do a self-portrait with an emphasized body part and I make my hands big 'cause I use them.

If you open your window you might see me having a one-man dance party...

...though I don't go so far as to dress up like that (I just thought it would be fun to draw).

I'm Ed Moorman.

'Moorman' is different from the religion 'Mormon.' The closest connection I have to the latter is that I really like Low. 'Moorman' means 'man of the moors (swamps),' so if you like you can either think of Othello or Swamp Thing. I'm okay with both. Both written by badass English men with funny hair.

I can't imagine you're more curious after all that,

but all you might ever need to know

you can get from talking to me

or looking at the art on these pages.

 

if you would like to reach me, I'm at ed.is.so.dead at gmail dot com.