Commuters

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[“Commuters” 8x8, available at my solo show 5/2!] When I worked full time, I used to love my commutes. They were such a beautiful quiet space before the day got loud and crazy or to decompress after work as I shifted hats from work to home. Sometimes I miss that now that my commute is five steps downstairs. With four kids under eight, quiet is a rare luxury at our house. But there’s beauty in the noise too. And sometimes the joy isn’t the destination, but the getting there. 🚴🏻‍♀️

Last Day!

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Last day of #artandsoup! I’ve had so much fun talking to all of you who have been here! People are the best. Here are a couple of mine that are still available (both brand new!) and the third picture is a painting by my friend @clairetollstrup.art that I keep drooling over from across the room. Isn’t it gorgeous? Come hang out with us! Lunch 11-2, Dinner 5-9, salt Palace room 155. @cns_cares

The Women We Walk Through Life With

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["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

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[“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. 

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Value Study

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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/ 🎨+🍲

Waving Through A Window

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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

Dots

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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. 

Hope

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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 ❤️🙏🏻