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There is a quiet that comes after a long journey, after the knocking on doors and the turning away. In this painting, Mary has finally stopped. Her eyes are closed, her face bowed toward the child in her arms, and the whole room has gone still around them.

I painted the light coming from Him. The gold that wraps the baby spills onto her face and hands, while a small fire burns low in the hearth and a clay pitcher waits on the shelf. Ordinary things in an ordinary stable, holding the most extraordinary moment.

High in the corner, a single star pointing the way.

This is the peace I wish for every home this season. Not the absence of hard things, but the presence of Him in the middle of them.

This artwork was inspired by a member of my painting group who created a tracer of the Nativity scene. Sparked by her creativity, I developed my own version in oil, and I truly love the final result.

What makes this piece particularly intriguing is its link to a series I've been working on for the past year, called "The One." This series reflects the parable of the 99 and the one lost sheep.

In my Nativity painting, I started with two little lambs but chose to remove one, leaving the other to represent us as we witness the miraculous birth of our Savior.

It's a beautiful thought to imagine those lambs being present at His birth, symbolizing the ones He came to save. I find immense joy in this piece!

Jesus Christ stands as our advocate before the Father, embodying a profound love that is both compassionate and unwavering. Despite our tendency to become distracted by the challenges and experiences of life, which often pull our attention away from God, Jesus intercedes for us with a heartfelt plea. His promise to advocate on our behalf is a testament to His deep commitment to our well-being and redemption. When we place our faith and trust in Him, we open ourselves to the transformative power of His love, knowing that He is always there, fighting for us and guiding us back to the embrace of the Father. This divine advocacy not only reassures us of our worth but also strengthens our relationship with God, reminding us that we are never alone in our struggles.

Inspired by the tender, inaugural kiss shared between the Savior and His mother, this concept radiates the essence of divine potential and the exceptional gift of motherhood.

This first gentle touch is not merely a kiss; it embodies a deep expression of love, hope, and the sacred bond between mother and child.

It encourages us to honor the sanctity of motherhood, especially when reflecting on the Holy Mother of God and her unparalleled role. This artwork invites us to explore the intimate connections that define our humanity and the divine potential that resides within each of us.

Jesus Christ is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the essence of all things.

The crown of thorns placed cruelly on His head at the time of His crucifixion reminds us of His incredible love and sacrifice on the cross.

In contrast, the Crown of Glory He received after His resurrection signifies the joy of His triumph and His rightful place as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

Because of Jesus Christ, we are filled with hope and the promise that we can overcome challenges, even death itself, through His Atonement.

It warms my heart to know that we have the opportunity to return to our Father and live in everlasting joy.

I envision the radiant joy that will fill the heavens when Jesus is crowned as both Father and Husband, blessed with His own heir to the throne. This painting seeks to capture that sacred moment, with Jesus lovingly cradling His son, while His son tenderly holds the finger of His beloved wife. The scene is alive with warmth and love, a beautiful testament to the unity and joy that fills this divine family.

At the time I created this artwork, I found myself grappling with complex emotions towards men, feeling the need for support that only God could provide. As I painted and prayed, I shared my deep love for Him and Jehovah, while yearning for a different kind of solace. I asked, “Father, could you send Mother tonight?”

What I truly needed was my mom, my Heavenly Mother. This in no way lessens my appreciation for His or the Savior’s ability to comfort. Sometimes, it’s just that gentle, powerful, warm embrace that brings peace, and She understands us because we are also Her daughters.

I love Her so much!

I painted a woman with an ethereal quality, representing our Heavenly Mother. You'll see tears flowing from her left eye, symbolizing her feminine side. She weeps for how her daughters have forgotten who they are, Heirs of a Heavenly Mother, who loves them!

During a special church meeting in Lincoln City, Oregon, in early 2024, I experienced an incredibly beautiful spirit that filled both the room and my heart. When I returned home from church, I felt compelled to paint the warmth, embrace, power, and softness of that moment. It was a truly beautiful sensation, and without a doubt, I felt the presence of the Savior. He was there with us.

I have a deep affection for the color blue. It resonates with me, reminding me of feelings of love, peace, and comfort. This particular piece was created during a challenging period in my life when my husband had been unemployed for about five months in 2024. We had left the Oregon Coast, lost our home, and faced significant hardships while staying in Idaho Falls. By all worldly standards, we appeared to be failures. Yet, despite everything, we continuously received blessings affirming that we were exactly where we needed to be and doing what we were meant to do. During this time, I felt a beautiful peace bestowed upon us by the Savior. This painting emerged from that experience, as I often express my feelings through my art, and the color blue truly captivates me.

Jesus helps us to navigate through suffering and see beyond it. We were unaware that our time together would be gone soon, yet we cherished every moment, demonstrating our love and support through the tough times. I am grateful for how we both faced those challenges, doing our best to keep courage and faith, choosing to remain in love and focus on the greater, eternal aspects of life, even when mortality felt overwhelming.

This piece marks the start of a series titled “The One,” inspired by my daughter and niece as they prepared for their new apartment in August 2024. They requested a print of one of my paintings, specifically a depiction of the Savior seeking out sheep. The artwork features a gentle curve, evoking a rounded setting. The lost sheep symbolizes the broader world, reminding us that we can all be The One.

During a General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, a speaker noted, “He’s in relentless pursuit of all of us,” which resonates with this theme. This pursuit isn’t always about grand gestures; often, it’s simply about being present with us during our moments of wandering.

This piece began as something entirely different. Rarely do my paintings turn out as I initially envisioned them. Typically, there are at least twelve layers beneath each artwork. My goal was to create very straight lines, followed by vibrant red flowers. I appreciated that I had just one leaf on the canvas because I intended to add more. I planned to include white clouds, but I ended up stopping much earlier than expected; it simply felt complete, and I adore it!

This painting is now framed and displayed in our home. We collaboratively settled on the title "The Innocent One." When we chose that name, we agreed it was the perfect fit, but we also debated which figure embodies innocence. Naturally, the Savior is innocent, but what about the lamb? It could represent an innocent child or an innocent individual. We didn't delve into the details, but an innocent person might be a child or someone who has repented. It could also refer to someone who has unknowingly strayed, leaving the fold without guidance from the Shepherd. He is there for that one as well.

While studying ancient Hebrew wedding traditions, I learned that the ten virgins represented the bridesmaids, while the groomsmen were there to serve as witnesses. On the wedding night, a white cloth is placed beneath the bride. If she is still a virgin, it will bear blood, indicating her faithfulness. This act serves as a testimony to the bride's purity on her wedding night.

In a similar way, what the Savior has done for us is remarkable: He took that white cloth, representing our unfaithfulness, and marked it with His own atoning blood. The robes He wears, stained with His blood, signify His role as our mediator. When we repent, He presents this evidence to the Father, affirming that we are clean, and the Father accepts it.

At the journey's end, the Savior welcomes us home with open arms, bringing profound peace and joy. Every struggle is washed away in His love, creating a sense of belonging and harmony. We realize our tears and sacrifices were meaningful, weaving into our faith and resilience. Burdens are lifted, and we are joined by loved ones in a joyful reunion. In the presence of Jesus Christ, we feel gratitude for His guidance, experiencing deep, unconditional love that assures us we are cherished. Here, we find true rest and the promise of everlasting joy in our eternal home.

Behold! was painted as a reminder to each of us, how important it is have the courage to be yourself. You were created to stand out, not fit in. At first you might only notice the bold flowers, but as you look beyond, you'll begin to see the hidden flowers. Some people are bold and some people are timid, and that’s just right!

Size, color, strength or status doesn’t determine worthiness. The power to move a heart, brighten a day, or make something more beautiful than you found it, just by being YOU, is worthy! A flower embodies this metaphor perfectly. When we remember our intrinsic worth, it ignites a fire within

Like all my other paintings, this one has evolved as my experiences have changed. Although I’ve never been a man and can't speak for men, I can share what it’s like to be a woman with intense emotions and experiences.

One side of the image faces darkness, while the other side, where a tear is falling, is vibrant with color and movement. I titled it "Courage to Feel." This piece explores how, at times, we feel the need to go numb because experiencing deeper emotions can be overwhelming. But as we heal, grow, learn, and as time passes, we find the courage to feel again, and it truly takes a lot of courage to feel.

The figure in the painting isn’t defined by race or appearance because I wanted to represent all women throughout history. This experience isn’t limited to certain women; it’s universal. It’s something that connects us all.

Many of us hold a special place in our hearts for the poem about footprints in the sand. While my thoughts are not directly drawn from it, they resonate with a similar warmth: the sight of only one set of footprints is a tender reminder of how He lovingly carries us through every twist and turn of life. Even in our loneliest moments, when the world feels heavy, He gently offers us the strength we need to keep pressing on.

In this serene setting, the sea appears utterly calm, not from a lack of chaos, but rather from a deep, wearied tranquility. She could be anyone - a devoted mother, a diligent student, or a curious child, just a person who has felt the weight of the world and needs a moment to breathe.

What touches me most is her understanding of where to find her strength. It’s truly admirable to witness. Her faith shines through as she reaches out to Jesus Christ for comfort, support, and healing. She knows where to seek solace, recognizing the One who will carry her through the storm, gently reminding us all that we are never truly alone.

While I was living in Fillmore, Utah, I got totally swept away by dreams of a unique ocean I had never seen before. These dreams were a rollercoaster of emotions, often filled with wild images of tsunamis that created a vibe far from peaceful. But in the middle of all that chaos, I caught some brief moments of calm that showed me glimpses of beauty. It felt like my subconscious was putting together a vision board, steering me on an artistic journey that eventually took me to the stunning Oregon coast. There, the real ocean opened up before me, a vibrant tapestry made from the threads of my dreams.

One morning, I walked in on my husband Glen praying. It took me by surprise because it was a clear demonstration of the power of priesthood in action. We were going through a really tough time in late 2023. As he knelt by the bed, I could see the darkness retreating. To me, that was a powerful moment; he wasn’t relying on himself for salvation but was turning to God for the strength to face what needed to be done.

The image captures this moment beautifully, showing the light surrounding the praying man while the darkness is pushed away to the right, chased off by the light of prayer.

Prayer is a genuine power. It’s not just a perceived strength; it is a tangible force.

I find solace in the cooling waters, found in the love of God, amidst the chaos of life, which often feels like a raging dumpster fire. In those moments of turmoil, Jesus Christ becomes our source of peace, our refuge in the heat of the flames. His living water flows through us, soothing our souls and bringing tranquility to our struggles.

Like all my paintings, the meaning can evolve over time. During that particular season, my connection with the Savior was the only balm capable of easing the fiery darts of the adversary that pierced my life. It is a reminder that even in the fiercest inferno, we can find comfort and calm in His embrace.

One night, I was watching a movie featuring a scene with a man standing in the park, staring over a lake filled with people paddle boarding and enjoying recreation. It was a simple scene, but it hit me hard, and I wanted to paint it, but with a twist. Instead of paddleboards and people, I used sheep as symbols of humanity. He is present among us, observing our lives. It’s not solely about dramatic rescues; it’s about being there during moments of happiness as well as times of hardship. His presence brings a sense of peace, and I cherish that thought!

Throughout our lives, we face moments that can leave us feeling isolated, broken, and overwhelmed, as if we are searching for the strength to carry on. This painting strives to embody that feeling, depicting a sheep resting at the water's edge-close to solace but not quite there. Yet, in this scene, we see a profound reflection of Jesus's loving kindness. The Light of Christ shines through, reaching out with His endless love and unwavering reassurance. No matter where we find ourselves on our journey, He is always present, ready to envelop us in comfort and renewal, guiding all of God's children towards peace and joy. His relentless pursuit of our hearts reminds us that we are never alone; we are cherished and held in His embrace.

Over the past month, the veil is becoming more thin. One night when I fell asleep I went to the veil and saw something that still has me wondering. I was standing outside of what could be described as an iridescent membrane of light. Just beyond the membrane was a young boy playing with Jehovah. Beyond my vision I could hear what seemed to be two little girls laughing and playing. When the boy became aware of my presence he reached his cute little hand through the veil, as if to bring me to him. I don’t know who these children were, nor what the experience meant. But I felt impressed to paint and share what I experienced that night, as I approached the veil.

Everyday is a gift of life and breathe extended to me, as I reach the end. Something beautiful happens when you have a terminal illness, you become focused on the things that matter most. Here I have tried to convey the ministry of Jesus Christ, symbolically. The open tomb with the burial clothes, signifies His resurrection and empty tomb. The oil lamp in the doorway signifies our need to be prepared for His second coming. The olive tree reminds of His time in Gethsemane, and our need to give grace, or “extend an olive branch” to others. Finally, the aloe plant is to remind us the Jesus Christ is our healing balm.