laurels and lillies for magna
Exterior public art commission for the city of Magna, UT
This mural speaks to the community in the small town on the southern shore of the Great Salt Lake, the sunsets that happen on the westernmost side of the Salt Lake valley, a sense of home and belonging. Sego lilies are the state flower of Utah, nestled amongst laurel leaves, which are a nod to the Greek and Italian immigrant communities that call Magna home.
~20’x80’ Latex on OSB
THE BIRDS DREW a doorway, AND WE WALKED THROUGH
Painted for the South Salt Lake Muralfest and the City of South Salt Lake
Once upon a time, I was walking in the foothills and stopped on a ridge all by myself, to look around & go wow. A few steps in front of me, magpies began shooting in an arc from one side of the ridge to the other, one by one. I watched, and I watched for longer, and they kept coming, a clockwork parade & me the onliest witness. Perhaps 15 magpies later I wondered whether I should do it, whether I should walk forward beneath the doorway they seemed to be drawing. I felt almost hesitant! What does it mean! What portal am I entering into!
&& suddenly, I walked through. Stopped again. Looked around. After walking through the magpie door I thought, the world MUST be different on the other side. Shinier, full of mystery and colors so bright they hurt your eyes. I looked around expecting the world to suddenly be magic and then it WAS.
The doors of perception I suppose! Occasionally we realize we can open our eyes all the way, the world is changed into magic just because of NOTICING. What a gift, the birds bring to us. Here we all are. May we choose to walk through the doors as they present themselves.
~9’ x 57’ Latex on CMU
BEFORE, AGAIN, NOW, ALWAYS
Interior Mural at Park City Yoga Collective/ Kimball Junction, Utah
This painting is about the cycling of all things, beginnings becoming endings becoming beginnings. It is a sacred endeavor to be in the circle called living, sometimes a frightening one. Among the dangerous and beautiful things we learn about and wander among, safety in the center. Safety, calm, knowledge that everything that feels over is made anew, nothing created nor destroyed (energy, matter, experiences, elsewise). We remember about these hearts, minds, bodies of ours. we remember how to feel safe inside it all, painful bits included. Gravity is never not holding us safe. Moonflowers bloom right when the sun goes to sleep, the moon opens and closes her face, month by month marching. the rhythms to remember, the rhythms to dance with. All of it, chaos. All of it, music.
32’x15’ Latex on Drywall
olympus at dusk
Interior mural for the yoga space at Momentum Climbing, Millcreek UT
35x14’ Latex on Drywall
milkweed and monarchs
Commission by the Salt Lake City Public Library for the Sprague Branch, installed in a window well.
5.5’ x 20’ Spraypaint and latex on concrete
the flock returned at dusk
For a private residence in Taylorsville, UT // 9’x17’ latex on drywall
sprague childrens library
Window Well Mural Series - a rainbow of local flora to the Salt Lake Valley including castilleja, fireweed, and lupine.
seasonal marching
Digital murals for vinyl installation on windows, Sugarhouse
The Memory of light at a doorstep
Created for the Midvale Muralfest, 2022
This mural is about transition and trust. A transition is a threshold, a before and an after. The doorstep of transition is a place, not just a boundary. When I am in transitions, choosing Big Things for myself, sometimes the change happens quick, the trust comes quick. Sometimes I am meandering in the forest for a while, finding a path through the trees. (Not lost, never lost). Meandering and wandering is also a direction. A wiggly, windy one where I have gotten to smell the forest in summertime, look up at the sky and see the boughs of trees making strangely shaped windows. I have gotten to hear the birds and bug footsteps among the roots. This path is indirect but it is beautiful and it is uniquely mine, as any transition is for any person. There’s trust that’s learned, there. Trust in oneself that we will get someplace eventually, and trust that (turns out) we are always already in a place. Stop for a second, look around. A small moment in the chaos to take stock. What color are the trees, the plants, the water? Look where we are, look how far we have come, look how beautiful. A place made of light. Don’t forget, gravity is never not holding you safe. Don’t forget, the world loves you back. This place you’re in, whatever place, loves you back.
Next to El Potrero Market off of Main Street
17’x10’ Freehanded Latex on Stucco
myceliation station
Created for the Mobile Moon Co-op, West Valley UT, summer 2022. This project was made possible by the Salt Lake City Arts Council.
Mushrooms are an excellent metaphor for community, growing organically and strengthening bonds underneath the surface. These dense and interconnected networks eventually grow fruit, in the right conditions. Strong community makes a stronger, more just, and more equitable cultural landscape. How can we better lean on each other and listen to one another? How can our care for each other move slowly enough to grow the mycelium?
7’x10’ Latex on OSB
Nursery Mural for M&K
Nursery wall, freehanded, 5’x8’ Freehanded Latex on Drywall
late summer castilleja
Home Mural / 2022
Something special about these flowers, a sign in the summertime that the warmth is going to stick in the Mountain West, and the snow has finally stopped. The front of flower season, the beginning of the wild rumpus of summer.
9’x9’ Latex on Plaster