I have a mental list of dream projects and clients. Over the years, the list has shifted, some hopes staying and others evolving. And there’s a few things on that list that have even come to pass — like illustrating for Taproot Magazine.

But one project I’ve wanted to work on for ages is a mural. For someone who tends to work at impossibly small sizes, this is definitely playing against type. But the heart wants, etc., etc. So here’s me hinting rather loudly to the internets that I’d very much like to paint a mural for someone, somewhere. And if you were to ever let that mural incorporate my favorite line from Dostoevsky, I would love you forever.

I possess a decidedly snarky streak and make daily attempts to squelch it, with varying degrees of success. But these words make even me stop and feel that maybe, just maybe, beauty can destroy what is hideous and build up what is wounded. Perhaps not today, but maybe tomorrow.

And I’ll take that bit of a glimmer, for whatever it’s worth.