The Mountain began as a reflection of home—the view I’ve grown up seeing out my own window in the Pacific Northwest. It’s a landscape that never looks the same twice: mornings softened by fog, evenings washed in blue shadows, and endless gradients fading into the distance. I wanted to capture that quiet rhythm—the way the mountains feel both near and far, familiar yet vast.

The mural’s silhouette layers were painted like memories stacked on top of each other, each tone shifting gently into the next. It isn’t a literal mountain range but an echo of what you might glimpse while waiting for the bus or glancing up from your phone on a gray afternoon. For me, this piece is a reminder of presence—that beauty doesn’t need to announce itself. Sometimes it’s just there, steady and unspoken, holding the horizon.