Showing my work
ArtSci Juried Gallery - Air Sence 2025
“Who is an Agricultural Antrupranuer and Who Has Been Sprayed with Pesticides” -2025
Ink on paper
Artist Statement:
There are estimated to be 126,800 farm jobs in Idaho.
44,000 farm workers and of that, half of them are unpaid.
Of these workers in Caldwell Idaho alone, it is estimated that thousands of them have been poisoned by pesticides in the field.
In Idaho, farming is one of the biggest pillars of our communities. We look at our farmers with pride and respect. They feed communities, bring in money for the state, and yet there is so much about the farming community that gets overlooked. People romanticize the idea of farming. They love the idea of to supporting small farms at farmers market, but how much do you really know about your agricultural community? As more of our Idaho land is being bought up for development, land and pesticide regulations are becoming more lenient, and A large part of commercial farm workers are being threatened with the possibility of deportation, it is becoming increasingly important that people start looking at what is happening in their local food industry.
It is incredibly important to start to identify what agricultural systems you want to directly support.
Smaller farms are starting to see the struggles of our times. Frosts are becoming more unpredictable and happing at inopportune times, resulting in smaller or failed crops in latter seasons. Our summers are getting hotter, resulting in more water needed to keep crops alive and also in more dangerous work environments. Small farms are struggling to keep up with changes while large ag. is turning to pesticides and cutting corners to keep producing. We are seeing pesticide companies and large ag corporations already trying to fight in courts to make it harder for workers to stand up to them. Trying to make it so the results of their practices go unpunished.
Already over half the working population in Caldwell Idaho alone has reported being wrongfully exposed to pesticides. From working in a field that is freshly sprayed to being sprayed directly from planes overhead. The people who have spoken out have been subdued by powerful companies and fear of consequences. An unfitting treatment to those whose shoulders agriculture balances on. We are at a very important turning point in history, and I believe that one of the most important things we can all do right now is to come together and really evaluate and create the community we want. Because there is so much power in standing together.
This art piece is a manifestation and collection of a small part of Idaho's agricultural community. Large scale faces of all sorts of people are depicted here now. Some who are large agriculture or pesticide corporation owners fight for financial gain, some lawyers and Idaho government officials fighting for our land, some who support workers who can't support themself, People who work in the fields with their own hands, and some who pay little mind to the people who tend to their business.
All these faces make up your personal agriculture system right now. Do you recognize any? All together here now, who on this wall is most valuable. Can you even tell who is who? Really? Are you positive about that? How do you know? Do you know the name of the person who picked the food they are eating for dinner? Do you know the person who raised that cow they will eat latter? Was the cow happy? When you purchase fruit from that fruit stand where is the money really going? Our food industry is so large and expansive it’s so easy to be unaware of what's really happening, but knowing what you support and supporting what you believe in is becoming more and more important.
Know your agricultural community.
May 7th-8th, Blue Gallery, Boise State University
This piece was written for the land that is currently Dragon Wing Fram in Garden City Idaho. I do not know if the berry bushes are stil there to this day, but when I drive past every so often I like to belive that they are.
“Briars” -2024
Paper Plane Press - Second Edition
July 11th, 2025
“Mother Hen” -2024
Reduction Print
School of the Arts Gallery- Treefort Showcase
March 27th-28th, Blue Galleries, Boise State University, 2025
Artist Statement:
As a small child I would be so overwhelmed by the spring arrival of baby chicks with their soft sweet faces and small peeps that I would be overcome with love and hug them so tight they would suffocate and die. As a small child my mother found me one day too late to stop me from getting into the quail nest I had found. She found me with each egg cracked open, every small quail body lovingly washed and layed out as I sweetly cooed over my new babies. As a small child I ran to my dad with delight after finding a mouse nest with tens of new small sweet pink baby mice. And the delight being instantly replaced with a wash of nausea and heart break as he explains to me why he now has to run them over with his tractor, so they don't grow up and terrorize our farm. I decided I would never be a mother, because then I would be subjecting myself to all this grief and heartache that comes from small lives, and I felt I was too selfish to ever want to deal with that.
As I now approach the age that my mother gave birth to me, I am forced to look at motherhood in a less childish and naive light. I revier mothers. The bravery, the selflessness, I barely understand taking care of myself and I am awed at the concept of someone raising a new life while also growing up themselves. I have only recently found myself drawn to the idea of becoming a mother, but as I watch those around me I have been sickened by what our world is offering its mothers. I've hugged parents of the children I've taught while they cry because their child has never spent a day outside during the summer off their computer and been happy to do so. I see my younger siblings friend have their arm broken by kids at their school because they are openly trans. I see the tremendous hit the education department, our climate starting to change so drastically who knows if my child would ever even get a white Christmas. I see everything happening around me and I wonder if I could subject someone to eighty more years of unknown in the direction we are heading. This piece was created with the intention of holding space for me to slowly meditate through my thoughts on my own path of femininity and the magic of motherhood. Slowly carving each layer, moving with intuition rather than planned accuracy. This piece is a direct reflection of the turmoil and beauty that I see in my world currently. It's a love letter to the small lifes I have loved in the past, share my life with now, and possibly the loves I will or won't have in the future. Sometimes I imagine that these thoughts and feelings are the cosmic Karma of the small animals I loved too fiercely but tell myself that's not true.
“Friends of Coyote” -2024
Reduction Print
Folktales - Printmaking Showcase
May 7th-July 10th, Blue Galleries, Boise State University, 2025
Artist Statement:
Before the age of people, the earth was cared for by the animals. Created from earth magic the animals tended to and worked the land like deities. One such deity, a crafty and mischievous creature was Coyote. They were drawn to creation and innovation as well as trickery and radiance. On a day where they felt very clever and cunning they used their wild magic to sculpt a figure with sticks and feathers. They created more from rocks, and some from mud. They found flowers and entwined them with briers and some of their own fur with tree sap and bark. They spent the day creating more and more until they had a collection of new creatures around Their feet. With the radical power of the earth and their trickster magic the forms found life. New life from the earth itself filled with Coyotes' wonder, intelligence, and drive to create. It is in this way that Coyote created the first people. A magical collection of all different types of beings but all connected to and a part of the earth. The people would evolve, slowly looking less and less lithe the barky twigs and shiny rocks they were made of, but deep down they were still a part of the earth and a part of Coyote.
I have been searching for a creation story that explains the beauty in diversity. I am drawn to the tale that each person is individual, made up completely of different feathers and sticks and syrups. There is beauty in the idea of humans all being made of different natural matter, and it's a beautiful illustration and explanation of why humans are all so different. I think as humans we forget that we are just animals, or an amalgamation of charcoal and berries and leaf’s. We believe that we are above the “Natural World” and that it is a thing to be tamed. I’d like to create my own collection of friends made of marigolds and sunflower seeds and we can work on rewilding our earth together rather than drifting away from it slowly. Making something that will last with our trickster magic.