I was commissioned to create a public mural for the City of New Port Richey, Florida; a piece that was meant to bring color, beauty, and a sense of place to our downtown community. For four years, it welcomed residents and visitors, becoming a familiar landmark in the heart of the city. But not all stories of public art end as they should. A small part of our local spirit was lost when the City removed it.

Across the blue expanse of this city wall, the ocean comes alive—a silent parade of scales and fins, swift shadows and ancient eyes. A school of fish drifts past reefs of painted coral, while tarpon and snook flash silver in the current. Mahi and grouper glide by, shark and yellowtail slicing the water above, each creature a memory of mornings on the Gulf, of salt and sun and stories. Every brushstroke is a ripple; every fish, a memory— a living tapestry for all who pass by.

Neptunes Bicycle shop wished to turn an eyesore into inspiration, I was invited to paint this once-forgotten box truck—transforming it into a celebration of movement, energy, and color. Swirls became wheels, spirals became joy, and the alley lit up with the spirit of cycling. The mural became a festival landmark, inviting everyone to see possibility where there was once only plainness. Though the truck has moved on, the vision lives inside.

Painted over 21 years ago on a client’s back pool deck, this mural transforms an everyday space into a living reef. Sea turtles drift in graceful arcs, weaving their way through coral gardens; schools of fish shimmer and scatter; the water’s depth becomes a sanctuary of calm and color. This is just one corner of many underwater scenes I’ve brought to life through the years—a testament to my love for Florida’s coastal wildlife and the healing presence of the sea.

My very first residential mural commission—a doorway to the sea, painted with gratitude and beginner’s courage. Step inside, and the world hushes— Dunes drift beneath painted palms, Seagrass bending in the softest wind. A fence leads nowhere, but welcomes you home To sun-bleached sand and an endless blue horizon. Painted in Palm Harbor, FL—where my mural journey began.

This mural was painted to evoke the rustic elegance of a Tuscan villa. Grapes spill over stone, wine waits in the glass, and terracotta urns whisper stories of sunlit afternoons and timeless gatherings. Painted more than 20 years ago, this piece transformed an ordinary wall into a corner of celebration—a place where every meal feels touched by the romance of old Europe. May every home I paint grow richer with story, memory, and the promise of shared joy.

Years ago, I transformed the side of an auto and marine repair shop into a living canvas. This mural — a meeting of bold color, flowing form, and playful spirit — was painted to bring movement and life to a utilitarian space. Half the building became an underwater world, where vibrant fish swim across corrugated metal, their scales catching light in a dance of blues, greens, oranges, and pinks. The mural invites passersby to pause, smile, and see an industrial wall as something more.

I set out on the open road, an old Chevy van, a heart full of paint— chasing a dream from Florida pines to the rolling hills of Pennsylvania. Here, on this bagel shop wall, sunrise stretches across steel and sky— the bridge between worlds, where morning light meets memory, and a new day is always beginning. Art is a journey and a homecoming, a bridge to places we’ve never been, and to hearts we haven’t met— even the morning sun, rising bright, is a kind of welcome.

Sun-washed walls and a cobalt dome rise above a sea of bougainvillea, bringing a taste of Greece to the heart of Tarpon Springs. Painted for Katarina’s Taverna & Grill, this mural invites every guest to dine in the golden Mediterranean light, surrounded by blossoms and the shimmering promise of distant isles. With each brushstroke, I hoped to capture the joy of shared meals, laughter echoing over blue water, and the feeling that for a moment, you are far away—and yet, completely at home.

Small among deer, yet vast in meaning, the Florida Key Deer walks the mangroves, delicate hooves pressed into coral sand. Endangered, yes, but more than a statistic, it is a living whisper of the islands, a reminder that gentleness can still shape survival. Their wide dark eyes carry the hush of twilight palms, their steps, a fragile rhythm between extinction and endurance. To honor them is to design with care and foresight, to build sanctuaries where life no matter how small, is remembered.

Not every mural finds its wall. Some are painted in the heart, Shaped by hope and sketches, Color-washed with waiting. This was a vision born from listening, Refined by hours of care— A tapestry of children’s laughter, Ribbons of color racing into tomorrow. Yet sometimes the doors close quietly, Without a word, And you’re left holding the dream Like sunlight in your hands. Still, the art lives on— In the kindness of the work, The courage to begin again, the belief that every lost mural
Is a seed

Not every story in an artist’s journey is about a finished mural or a joyful unveiling.
Sometimes, it’s about trust—given freely, and not always honored in return. 
Friendship in business must be matched by respect and professionalism.
Every artist’s concept is the result of years of skill, intuition, and trust.
Creativity is valuable, never undersell your work, and always honor your own boundaries. Jenny Pearl