Moonrise Over Gemini Bridges

Public Art Project for the City of Moab

*It is like this: the way that someone that loves you brings you a bouquet and puts them on the kitchen table. The way that someone loves you makes a meal, slowly, carefully. The land is like this: someone who knows and loves you, presenting gift after gift. The morning light on the rocks, the birds singing their songs. The sound of water carving a canyon over millennia. The sand underfoot so soft and quiet. The toughest flowers blooming and clinging to cliffs, hidden bouquets that worked really really hard to be here. For you. The difference is noticing.
When the doors of perception present themselves, may we continue to walk through. May we let ourselves feel cared for and loved by the world we live in. The world loves you back. It tells you every second of every day*

9’ x 30’ Latex on Wood Paneling

the Wasatch from olympus to lone peak

Private Residence Exterior House Wrap

The Wasatch range curls in subtle violet grayscale around four rear wall surfaces, framing the backyard. Colorscale matches the original house color.

365 Square Feet, various dimensions

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

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

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