Full Circle Moments

I had one of those “wait…is that really happening?” moments recently.

Last year, I submitted my work to GBH’s Community Canvas, not knowing if anything would come of it. Then, on March 17, I got word that my piece would appear on their Digital Mural the very next day.

For those outside the Boston area, GBH has a 30-by-45-foot digital mural on the side of its building overlooking the Mass Pike. It usually showcases the station’s programming, but through Community Canvas, artists’ work also gets its turn on that enormous screen.

So there it was. My piece, up on that wall.

WGBH Digital Wall, March 2026

I knew it was coming, but seeing it actually happen — at that scale and in that setting — was something else. I drove over, pulled onto the service road as close as I could get, and sat in my car for a while taking it in.

There was something kind of wild about seeing the work leave the studio and land in the middle of people's everyday lives. Thousands of commuters heading in and out of Boston could catch a glimpse of it, even if only for a few seconds.

And then came another full-circle moment.

In April, I exhibited at Concord Art in Patterned Worlds, a two-person show with Lisa Houck. This one meant a lot to me.

With Lisa Houck

I’ve followed Lisa’s work since the 1990s, when I was still working at Fidelity. Their corporate curator had installed Lisa’s work throughout a number of offices, and I remember being completely taken by it.

Scott and I didn't exactly have money to spare for art at the time, but we made it happen. We commissioned a small triptych from Lisa that still hangs in our Provincetown home today.

Fast-forward some thirty years, and there I was hanging a two-person exhibition alongside her.

That wasn't lost on me.

One of the things I especially loved was seeing how our work lived together. We use very different visual languages, but there's a shared interest in pattern, color and repetition that created a conversation between the pieces.

These two experiences happened within weeks of each other: seeing my work blown up to the side of a building and exhibiting alongside an artist whose work I'd admired long before I imagined becoming a full-time artist myself.

Art has a funny way of creating these circles.

Sometimes you don't recognize them until they close.