Come hang out with me at #artandsoup! It’s open today and tomorrow, lunch 11-2, dinner 5-9. Salt Palace, room 155. The gelato booth is right next to me and it’s taking all my willpower to not eat it all day 😳🍨 @cns_cares
["Between Caregiving" 11x14, available at #artandsoup] My grandma lives in a care center near my home and, while my mom is out of town, I've been able to help take care of some of her needs. It's humbled me to see how much my mom does on a regular basis to take care of her mother-in-law with so much love. I know about my mom's love because she's taken such good care of me all my life, even now that I'm an adult. Her care has informed how I care for my children. It's an interesting circle of life, parents caring for children, children caring for aging parents. And then there's a space in the middle where you both can take care of yourselves and, if you're lucky, you get to be peers and friends. Getting to know my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles as people and not just caregivers has been such a rewarding part of adulthood. I'm fascinated to learn what they're interested in, what makes them laugh, what things they're working on. I love any chance we get to sit down and be friends. I learn so much from them and hope one day I'll be able to care for them as well as they've cared for me and cared for their parents. Family is a beautiful thing.
["The Women You Walk Through Life With" 16x16, available at #artandsoup] Last night I celebrated Pi Day by getting pie with a bunch of friends in my neighborhood. We laughed hard and stayed up later than I usually do talking and empathizing and relaxing and listening. It was so refreshing. Wherever I've been in my life, I'm so grateful for the women who have walked next to me during it. It started early with sisters, mother, cousins and moved to friends, roommates, coworkers, neighbors, mother/sister-in-laws, book clubbers, playgroup moms, painting ladies, pta moms, relief society sisters, church presidencies, social media friends and on and on and on. Some have stayed this whole time, others have come and gone, but the support system has felt the same. They've cried with me and listened to me and troubleshooted problems with me and made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe. I honestly don't know how I would've made it this far in life without all the women I've leaned on to get here. They say it takes a village to raise a child (so true!) but I think it takes a village to keep teaching and helping and raising me as I try to keep growing forward. Thank you to every one of you that have been my girls and made me better. #sisters (also, I couldn't stop singing "havana oooh na na..." as I painted this)
[“Work and Play” 36x36, available at #artandsoup next week] I’m sitting at the kids museum on a field trip watching my boys pretend to work at a construction site. They’re so fascinated playing “work” and pretending to be grown ups. And yet if I ask them to work at home, it’s the end of the world 😭😫... Until I tell them to pretend the spilled crayons are Easter eggs and they need to go on an Easter Egg hunt to pick them all up, and then it’s play again. Kids 🤣. But really, all of us, right? It’s attitude and perseverance and a degree of just showing up and getting it done. So we can play again.
This is the value study for the painting I’m working on today. Last year, in between the lunch and dinner sessions of #artandsoup, a few of us artists went and hung out in a cafe and I snapped this photo. I’m finally getting around to painting it just in time for Art & Soup again! Mark your calendars—Wednesday, March 21 and Thursday, March 22! You can get tickets and more info at https://www.cns-cares.org/art-soup/ 🎨+🍲
Sneak peek detail of a painting I’m working on today #layersandlayersandlayers
This is a public service announcement to say if you listen to “Waving Through A Window” (from the musical Dear Evan Hansen) on repeat, whatever work you’re doing today will be infinitely more enjoyable. Singing is one of those creative talents I’m so jealous I don’t have, but I’m so in awe of those who do. And it doesn’t stop me from belting out songs alone in my studio while I work 😜🤗🎶 #dearevanhansen #yourewelcome
I can’t believe how much fun it is every day to go to work and play with paint 😍🎨
One of my favorite things I learned from my high school art classes was pointillism—the art of making pictures out of dots. Sometimes I still pull out pieces like this (that I’ve been working on for years) just for the therapy of it. There’s something beautiful in the repetition of making small marks, more where it’s dark, less where it’s light. Up close, it’s hard to see what you’re making and how it’ll turn out, but zooming out it all makes sense. Steve Jobs said, “You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.” Amen, Steve-o.
I’ve had neighbors stopping by all day bringing food to fill up backpacks for kids who go home from school hungry on the weekend. One neighbor even just brought over flowers. Whenever I feel sad or sick about the world, I stop and focus on the people around me who are doing so much good. Yes, we absolutely have holes to fill. But there are a lot of good people shoveling and I want to be on their team ❤️🙏🏻
[“Long Walks” 8x8, available] My four year old just barely said, "I'm gonna follow Jesus and I'm gonna follow you and I'm gonna follow BATMAN!!" 😂😂 Happy Valentines to you and whoever you love ❤️ 💕
["Date Night" 16x20, available] Just dropped off a bunch of new paintings to David Ericson Gallery today (including this one)! One of the best pieces of advice we got when we were first married was to set aside a weekly date night. It doesn't matter if you go out or stay in, it matters that you set aside time to connect with each other and do something to feed your marriage. We have been doing it now for over ten years, every week of our marriage. I can't tell you how many weeks--busy weeks, weeks where we are passing ships and barely get a hello in as we hand off kids and run to what's next-- that the promise of a date night has kept me going. We have fed our friendship, which feeds our romance, which feeds our ability to work as partners during all the rest of life. My parents are celebrating 38 years of marriage today and are out on a day-long date as we speak. I am grateful for the example they've set of prioritizing each other and how much that has strengthened my marriage.
Just mailed this commission off to sunny California ☀️ San Francisco means lots of things to lots of people. To them it was three years of dental school, early days of marriage, babies number one and two.... we never forget the places that made us grow, that began our roads. It’s such an honor for me to paint a little bit of that story that people can take with them ❤️
I have some new work available at @utahartmarket this weekend! They’re open today until 6 and tomorrow from 10-5. Happy shopping! #utahartmarket
Here’s to the husbands who do their wives honey-do list with a smile on their face, spring in their step. I was gone for seven hours yesterday and my husband did the list I didn’t even give him (“I was just trying to think of things I could take off your plate”). I have to run pretty fast to try to keep up with what a great spouse he is to me. #princecharmingsdoexist #especiallyprincecharmingswhoscrubtoilets [“Market Stop” 12x12, available]
Spent the day judging Granite School District’s Art Olympics with @susannjarvis_artist, @alroundsstudio and @nathanpinnock1. What a talented bunch of high schoolers! I was so impressed! We can feel confident our artistic future is in good hands 🙌🏻👏🏻
Transferring drawings onto boards today. Sometimes I get so lost in the details of drawing. I love the repetitiveness of making shapes, finding lines, and making decisions about what things to emphasize and what to let fade back. I love picking out highlights and shadows and thinking ahead to how I can make these seemingly insignificant pieces shine in the final painting. Being an artist is so much fun.
I painted her and sold it and painted her again and gave it to her for Christmas. She’s such a thoughtful big sister in our family and is so observant of everyone’s needs. On this particular day, we were at a park while my youngest son had soccer practice. The older three brought bikes and were riding around. But this brother was still getting the hang of a two-wheeler and very tippy. I looked up at one point and saw this scene: big sister willingly parking her own bike so she could help her little brother learn to ride. She ran all around the park with him like this, encouraging in his ear, telling him he could do it. When she finally got tired, her twin tagged her out and kept running with him. There’s something about that right? For all the people that come in and out of our lives, there’s nothing quite like those family members that have been running alongside us the whole way, holding on when we need it, cheering on when we succeed ❤️❤️.
I’m excited to be part of this really cool exhibit that opens this Friday! My friend @clint_whiting wondered what the influence of having original art in your home is? He took pieces from 14 local artists to homes that couldn’t typically afford original art in exchange for an object of their choice. Both the objects and the art will be displayed together as well as the participants’ responses about the effect fine art had on their home. Come join us at the opening reception! @utahartsandmuseums
I delivered this commission over the weekend to good friends who just moved out of this home. They went on to a bigger and better home and I’m so happy for them. But even when that’s the case, it’s hard to leave our old spaces. I think it’s because a little bit of our dna stays behind in the places we’ve lived. All of our footprints are still layered into the floors, our faces reflect back in the mirrors, our hands own a little bit of that sink where we washed so many dishes, our muscles earned the walls we painted, grass we mowed, weeds we picked, projects we finished. When your baby takes their first steps in a room, that carpet is part of your story. For the rest of your life, you tell memories of things that happened in those spaces. It might have been someone else’s before and it might be someone else’s now, but for a season it belonged to our history, and therefore it will always be ours.