Art Saves

Monday, November 26th, 2012 6

Okay, I’m going to be honest with you. I am not someone who grew up always making things. I never went to sleep-away camp and made string art or macramé or leather bracelets. I didn’t make art (and by “make art” I mean color or finger paint) with my mom after school. I’m not even sure I ever made macaroni-art in kindergarten. No, I’m not the adult version of the little girl who always dreamed of being an artist. That’s not my story.

No, my story involves sitting on the creative sidelines, excelling in school, and believing art wasn’t for me. Until five years ago. Then, everything changed.

I’m the Guest Curator at CRESCENDOh all this week, and I’m sharing the rest of my story over there. I’m honored to be a part of their Art Saves series. I hope you’ll grab a cup of coffee or tea, and click through to read the rest of my journey. Throughout the week, I’m also sharing 14 of my favorite blog posts from a variety of creative and talented women from across this big beautiful web. I think you’ll really enjoy the writings, art, and stories of the women I’ve chosen to feature. I’d love to hear your thoughts. xoxo

6 Responses

  1. Lindsey says:

    Oh, I love what you write about how you came to art, and why. Such a compelling story about art saving, in the truest sense. And CrescendOH is such a wonderful site – I’m grateful to have found it. And, of course, thank you for sharing my words. xoxo

    • Meghan says:

      Thanks so much, Lindsey. Art truly has had a profound impact on my life. And, so happy to share your work with others. xoxo

  2. I’m so happy to read your story! Love your blog and am looking forward to returning. Thanks for sharing your story.

  3. Its all in the plan. I’m so glad you are healthy now 😀 we dont have much without our health. Headed over to read more!

  4. Loved reading your story. I too was always praised for and encouraged to pursue academics and not art. Which is interesting considering that all the women in my family were/are makers and crafters and closet poets–they just never considered their own selves artists. After my own personal crises 4 years ago, (luckily not health related), I finally started owning the “artist” label. I figured 20+ years of “playing around” with photography and poetry had earned me the right to it. It still feels weird sometimes, but I’m becoming more comfortable with it. So glad you’re healthy now and being who you are! It’s inspiring to those of us on a similar path. 🙂

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