AND THERE WAS EVENING, AND THERE WAS MORNING | TAYLOR MANOLES

SEPTEMBER 4–October 25, 2026 | Camas GALLERY

Opening Reception: Friday, September 4, from 5:30–7:30 p.m.; welcome and artist introductions at 6:00 p.m.

As we journey through life alongside these waters, we are held in the balance of stillness and flow. This series explores fleeting moments of serenity, inviting viewers to pause within the living rhythm of the landscape.

And there was evening, and there was morning. These words mark the beginning of a rhythm—the first ordering of light and darkness, ending and beginning, rest and renewal. The world unfolds through this rhythm, and we continue to live within it: receiving each day as part of a story that began long before us and continues beyond us. This work dwells in the in-between spaces. Light filters through trees and falls upon the water, breaking into trembling, glittering reflections. The surface becomes a looking glass— reflecting what is before us, while opening a glimpse toward something greater. To stand within these moments is to become aware of our place within a greater story. We are neither outside of creation nor simply observers of it. We are participants—receiving, tending, wondering, and waiting. The landscape becomes a place of encounter, where our purpose is clear, where the complicated nature of life softens, and time in its usual, ceaseless stride stands still. These places hold the tension between what has been and what will be, between the world as we know it and the hope of its becoming. In the shifting light, I find an invitation to wonder and to trust amongst the dissonance of life: to remember that we are part of a story set in motion in the beginning, a story that is still unfolding, still creating, still calling us forward. 

And there was evening, and there was morning.

I have been creating things for as long as I can remember; drawing horses, combing through piles of coloring books, always begging my mom for a new craft. When I was 18, my Aunt Sue, who is also a painter, bought me my first set of oil paints and gave me a proper lesson. We painted a yellow rose, a simple yet defining moment in my life. In college I pursued other avenues, math, teaching, music, until finally giving my heart to painting. I was raised in Arizona, then Minnesota, and received my B.S. in Art Education from North Dakota State University in 2017. I began my practice in oil paints and have never looked back. I work from pictures that I have taken on my adventures, but feel most alive painting on location.

I am endlessly inspired by landscapes. Spending time outside and painting are intertwined and I have found that I cannot have one without the other. It is a practice that is both cathartic and zealous. Both an obsession and therapeutic. It is a means to process the human longings and questions, but ultimately, it is a celebration of God’s beauty and goodness. As someone who doesn’t have many words, it is how I communicate.

My artwork explores themes of faith and the human experience through contemporary landscapes. May we find beauty in the in-between moments, pause in the tension between longing and presence. Never forsaking our sense of wonder.

My husband Joe and I live and work in Central Oregon with our border collie and ducks.