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SUMMARY:I Pulled My Shadow Into The Meadow... by Caro Nilsson
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DESCRIPTION:Opening reception for "I Pulled My Shadow Into The Meadow\, Wi
 th The Sun\," by Caro Nilsson. Exhibit runs from November 14\, 2026â€
 “January 8\, 2027..\nhttps://slcpl.libnet.info/event/17467082
X-ALT-DESC;FMTTYPE=text/html:<p><strong>Artist's Statement<br /></strong><
 /p>\n<p>Shadows greet us whenever the sun is out. Opposites inevitably\, i
 nextricably\,&nbsp\;exist alongside one another\, loop-stepping through ti
 me. Every boundary between them&nbsp\;is a place\, a threshold where we me
 et each other. Here : a place between the sun and&nbsp\;the moon\, shadow 
 and sunray. Grief and hope\, love and heartbreak\, fear and trust\,&nbsp\;
 endings and beginnings\, above and below. We greet all of it. We must.&nbs
 p\;I wonder about the things we think are beautiful in these boundary plac
 es (a&nbsp\;boundary place\, is after all\, EVERY place). I wonder about t
 he things we do not think&nbsp\;are beautiful in these places. A slow para
 de of glory and sorrow\, as we wander through&nbsp\;the big meadow called 
 &lsquo\;life&rsquo\; together. In the hills not far from here\, the late s
 eason&nbsp\;sunflowers are blooming on the edges of a burn scar that once 
 held a grove of sumac I&nbsp\;would visit every fall. In the spring\, myrt
 le spurge covers the hillside &ndash\; the most beautiful&nbsp\;plant whos
 e sap can make a person go blind. Invasive. Must be treated all the way&nb
 sp\;down to the root.&nbsp\;</p>\n<p>I am talking about bringing everythin
 g to the meadow.&nbsp\;In order to bring my care I must also bring my fear
 . In order to bring my hope I must also&nbsp\;bring my anger\, my grief. A
 ll of this under the huge umbrella called love.&nbsp\;We and all our beast
 s belong everywhere\, at every threshold : you\, me\, that doe\, that&nbsp
 \;rock\, this heartbreak\, this hope.</p>\n<p>This work explores the tensi
 on and harmony of these boundary places\, what it feels like&nbsp\;to reco
 gnize the collision of many feelings. It aims to meet the confusion and ca
 cophony&nbsp\;with curiosity. This curiosity is a doorway into deep kinshi
 p with the unknowable&nbsp\;everything. How much of this unfolding can we 
 make ourselves available to?</p>\n<p><strong>Artist's Bio<br /></strong></
 p>\n<p>Caro Nilsson was born in 1993 in Vancouver\, Washington and has spe
 nt her life in&nbsp\;different corners of the United States. She holds a B
 .A. in Fine Art with a Distinguished&nbsp\;Major in Printmaking\, and a B.
 S. in Architecture from the University of Virginia. Caro has&nbsp\;shown w
 ork in various galleries in Salt Lake City and Charlottesville. In 2025\, 
 Caro&nbsp\;presented &lsquo\;For Those Who Bear Witness&rsquo\; at the Nor
 theastern Nevada Museum\, which&nbsp\;is a body of work about air quality 
 in the Salt Lake Valley and the larger Mountain West.&nbsp\;She completed 
 her first solo painting residency in Connecticut in 2021\, and was hosted&
 nbsp\;as an artist-in-residence at the Taft Nicholson Center in Montana su
 mmer of 2024. Caro&nbsp\;currently lives as a multi-media painter and mura
 list\, painting full time from Salt Lake&nbsp\;City.</p>\n<p>Rooted in tra
 ditions of impressionism\, Caro&rsquo\;s paintings are poems about the lan
 d. They&nbsp\;explore the idea that opposites are often holding hands (gri
 ef+hope\,&nbsp\;stillness+movement\, anger+joy)\, and landscapes are a sta
 ge on which these&nbsp\;relationships unfold. Her work understands that th
 e act of observation (beyond just that&nbsp\;of sight) is like casting a s
 pell\, it has the ability to shift everything around us. Painted&nbsp\;pri
 marily through memory\, the facts of the place blur and become less import
 ant than&nbsp\;the feelings\, the exaggerations closer to something that i
 s the whole truth. Through the&nbsp\;simple act of noticing\, even the mos
 t unremarkable parts of the landscape become full&nbsp\;of mystery and exc
 itement\, a world of hidden stories\, meant to be uncovered by those&nbsp\
 ;who take the time to listen.</p>\n<p></p>\n<p></p>\nhttps://slcpl.libnet.
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