Wayne Thiebaud: 70 Years of Painting

Since January, I have been an intern at the Springville Museum of Art. I've got to do a lot of neat things, including help out with this new exhibition that opens today! Wayne Thiebaud is one of my favorite modern artists. I love the bright colors and fun subjects of his work. Tomorrow is the official exhibition reception, and Mr. Thiebaud himself will be there. Hopefully I'll get a chance to meet him and hear him speak. If you think you'd like this exhibition, and I'm sure you will, you can get more information here.

**Two Kneeling Figures, 1966, oil on canvas, 60 x 72 in. © Wayne Thiebaud.

I knew it would happen eventually...

How long have you been together?

19 months.

How long did you date?

Before we got engaged? 7 months.

How old is he?

24

Who eats more?

I'm beginning to think I do...I rarely see him eat.

Who said I Love You First?

Jonathan.

Who is taller?

He is, by 3 1/2 inches.

Who sings better?

I think we're about even.

Who is smarter?

I'm good at liberal arts, he's good at math and science. We're both smart in our own ways.

Who does the laundry?

We both do. He's good at helping.

Who does the dishes?

Me.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?

I do? What a strange question.

Who pays the bills?

Mostly me. And the automatic bill payer...

Who mows the lawn?

If only we had a lawn to mow...but when we do, he will!

Who cooks dinner?

Usually me, but once in a while Jonathan will.

Who is more stubborn?

I definitely think he is, but he would probably insist that I am.

Who kissed who first?

He kissed me! I tried to avoid it, but he was too tricky...

Who asked who out?

He asked me out after we had been friends for a while.

Who proposed?

He did, duh.

Who is more sensitive?

Me probably, but he can be sometimes...

Who has more friends?

It seems like he does because he sees people he knows everywhere!

Who has more siblings?

Jonathan by 1, but technically we have the same now since we married each other, right?



Alright, I guess I'm supposed to tag some people now...so I tag Missy, Angela, Amy, and BeckyMom!

That Glorious Easter Morn

"And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all, which we give of him: That he lives!" (D&C 76:22).

"This is Easter morning. This is the Lord’s day, when we celebrate the greatest victory of all time, the victory over death.


Those who hated Jesus thought they had put an end to Him forever when the cruel spikes pierced His quivering flesh and the cross was raised on Calvary. But this was the Son of God, with whose power they did not reckon. Through His death came the Resurrection and the assurance of eternal life. None of us can fully understand the pain He bore as He prayed in Gethsemane and subsequently hung in ignominy between two thieves while those who looked at Him taunted Him and said, “He saved others; himself he cannot save” (Matt. 27:42; Mark 15:31).


With sorrow unspeakable those who loved Him placed His wounded, lifeless body in the new tomb of Joseph of Arimathea. Gone was hope from the lives of His Apostles, whom He had loved and taught. He to whom they had looked as Lord and Master had been crucified and His body laid in a sealed tomb. He had taught them of His eventual death and Resurrection, but they had not understood. Now they were forlorn and dejected. They must have wept and wondered as the great stone was rolled to seal the burial place.


The Jewish Sabbath passed. Then came a new day, a day that ever after was to be the Lord’s day. In their sorrow Mary Magdalene and the other women came to the tomb. The stone was no longer in place. Curiously they looked inside. To their astonishment the tomb was empty.


Distraught and fearful, Mary ran to Simon Peter and to the other disciple whom Jesus loved. She cried, “They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him” (John 20:2).


They came running, and their fears were confirmed. Disconsolate, they looked and then “went away again unto their own home” (John 20:10).


“But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre,


“And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain.


“And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.


“And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.
“Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.


“Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.


“Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God” (John 20:11–17).


She who had loved Him so much, she who had been healed by Him, was the first to whom He appeared. There followed others, even, as Paul declares, up to 500 brethren at one time (see 1 Cor. 15:16).


Now the Apostles understood what He had tried to teach them. Thomas, on feeling of His wounds, declared, “My Lord and my God” (John 20:28).


Can anyone doubt the veracity of that account? No event of history has been more certainly confirmed. There is the testimony of all who saw and felt and spoke with the risen Lord. He appeared on two continents in two hemispheres and taught the people before His final ascension. Two sacred volumes, two testaments speak of this most glorious of all events in all of human history. But these are only accounts, the faithless critic says. To which we reply that beyond these is the witness and the testimony, borne by the power of the Holy Ghost, of the truth and validity of this most remarkable event. Through the centuries untold numbers have paid with the sacrifice of their comforts, their fortunes, their very lives for the convictions they carried in their hearts of the reality of the risen, living Lord.


And then comes the ringing testimony of the Prophet of this dispensation that in a wondrous theophany he saw and was spoken to by the Almighty Father and the Risen Son. That vision, glorious beyond description, became the wellspring of this The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, with all the keys, authority, and power found therein, and the sustaining comfort to be found in the testimony of its people.


There is nothing more universal than death, and nothing brighter with hope and faith than the assurance of immortality. The abject sorrow that comes with death, the bereavement that follows the passing of a loved one are mitigated only by the certainty of the Resurrection of the Son of God that first Easter morning.


What meaning would life have without the reality of immortality? Otherwise life would become only a dismal journey of “getting and spending,” only to end in utter and hopeless oblivion.


“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” (1 Cor. 15:55).


The pain of death is swallowed up in the peace of eternal life. Of all the events of the chronicles of humanity, none is of such consequence as this.


Contemplating the wonder of the Atonement wrought in behalf of all mankind, the Prophet Joseph Smith declared in words descriptive and beautiful:


“Let the mountains shout for joy, and all ye valleys cry aloud; and all ye seas and dry lands tell the wonders of your Eternal King! And ye rivers, and brooks, and rills, flow down with gladness. Let the woods and all the trees of the field praise the Lord; and ye solid rocks weep for joy! And let the sun, moon, and the morning stars sing together, and let all the sons of God shout for joy! And let the eternal creations declare his name forever and ever! And again I say, how glorious is the voice we hear from heaven, proclaiming in our ears, glory, and salvation, and honor, and immortality, and eternal life; kingdoms, principalities, and powers!” (D&C 128:23).


Whenever the cold hand of death strikes, there shines through the gloom and the darkness of that hour the triumphant figure of the Lord Jesus Christ, He, the Son of God, who by his matchless and eternal power overcame death. He is the Redeemer of the world. He gave His life for each of us. He took it up again and became the firstfruits of them that slept. He, as King of Kings, stands triumphant above all other kings. He, as the Omnipotent One, stands above all rulers. He is our comfort, our only true comfort, when the dark shroud of earthly night closes about us as the spirit departs the human form.


Towering above all mankind stands Jesus the Christ, the King of glory, the unblemished Messiah, the Lord Emmanuel. In the hour of deepest sorrow we draw hope and peace and certitude from the words of the angel that Easter morning, “He is not here: for he is risen, as he said” (Matt. 28:6). We draw strength from the words of Paul, “As in Adam all die, even so in Christ … all [are] made alive” (1 Cor. 15:22)."



**Gordon B. Hinckley, “This Glorious Easter Morn,” Ensign, May 1996, 65.

***Paintings by Simon Dewey

August Rush

So last night Jonathan and I finally went to see August Rush. We had heard from a lot of friends and family that is was "sooo good" and I must say, we were not disappointed. I loved the film. I was bound to love it. There was no way I could not love it. Not only was the music beautiful and amazing, but how can you not love Freddie Highmore? That kid has the cutest dimples. Ever. And Jonathan Ryhs Meyers? Lovely singing and lovely accent. Keri Russell? Always liked her. Robin Williams? Wow. Strange to see him in such a serious role, but I thought he was great as the street-musician Fagin-like character. Let's just say the movie and the soundtrack and on my wish list.

If you have not seen this film, do yourself a favor and go watch it. You won't be disappointed.

First Day of SPRING!

Love these photos from SaltWater. And I don't mind their clothes either...

Can't wait till Provo looks like this again...

**Photo from IvanoMak on Flickr

17 March 2007

Exactly one year ago, Jonathan and I decided to go to St. George for a little Spring Break getaway. It was so nice to be where it was warm, hiking, playing golf, going garage sale shopping, etc. We had a blast. And little did I know that I would come away that weekend with a pretty little diamond ring on my finger...
Here are some pictures of our trip. :)

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Homeward Bound

Today, myself and two of my favorite people (Jonathan and J-Baum) are heading to Boise, my favorite city in the world, to see some of my other favorite people (my family, Nicole and Rhen)! Unless you've lived in Boise, you really can't understand the wonderfulness that is Boise Idaho. :)


*Photo courtesy of Brian- on flickr.