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For this issue, we celebrate the quotidian, sing odes to the everyday, and honor the seemingly small moments of existence.
Step 1. Heat 1 ½ cups of oil in a pan to around 350 ° F. Preferably use an oil with a high smoke point like canola or grapeseed.My kitchen smoldered slowly. The cast-iron skillet left a crescent moon shape uncovered on the scarlet burner. I instinctively grabbed the handle and moved it to the center to restore space. The eclipse haunted me. Tiny drops of the amber oil escaped and barreled to the edge of the skillet, popping on my smooth, flexed forearm. I jerked back in response. The fire was too high. It happened sometimes, whenever I remembered. […]
How did she feel when she wore it, a child born in 2007 wearing a trench coat made in 1987? Did she wear it to not look like herself? Did she also wear it for Halloween? Or for a school play? For a photoshoot? For a dress-up party? Where could I find her?
It’s the part of Christmas break where cooking becomes difficult because all of my children are sleeping with the mixing bowls. Even though they haven’t thrown up since last week, the bowl’s silvery presence comforts them with some semblance of control over what is clearly beyond all of us. I’m hesitant to retrieve them. I don’t know if I can take another night of being dragged out of bed at 2 a.m. to change someone’s sheets.So I make do with the few remaining bowls, even though they are too small, piecing together tonight’s dinner out of various holiday leftovers. Even […]
Take a brisk walk at first light / when frost glitters and black gravel / on the path glistens like crushed ice,
This piece is formed from various messages spotted everywhere from a Walmart parking lot to the Metropolitan Opera House, bits of text strung together into a poem like beads on a string. I enjoy looking for and capturing such messages, finding meaning in the random or mundane.
Of the 35,000 choices we make in a day, only a fraction have the potential to create distance between us and our Heavenly Parents.
Moonrise and I sense her / In the tides / In the cycle
What has your art journey looked like?I’ve had to choose to be an artist all over again many times in my life. Like many, elementary school fueled my desire. But as I watched my mom support our family financially — working twelve-hour shifts at the hospital each week through my dad’s addictions — I felt the dream to be an artist slowly die in high school. Despite spending endless hours drawing, I knew I’d always do art but that being a career artist wasn’t “smart.” After all, my mom was our breadwinner and our saving grace.Faith Deconstruction, 24 x 36 […]
Exponent II provides feminist forums for women and gender minorities across the Mormon spectrum to share their diverse life experiences in an atmosphere of trust and acceptance. through these exchanges, we strive to create a community to better understand and support each other.