In about fifth grade she created a paper sculptured boxer that looked so realistic our real boxer, Daisy, stood in the hallway, hackles raised and growled at it. She took private art lessons when we lived in South Jersey and she was in middle school. At 14 Megan gave us a water color trillium.
High school offered an art major program that meant she spent two class periods every day for four years creating in all kinds of mediums. She spent one summer at Trenton State College attending a special program offered to arts majors from all over New Jersey. Six weeks of feeding that creative spirit surrounded with other students talented in visual arts, music and dance. The four years in high school meant more and more art coming home. An assignment at 16 meant I couldn't move the pots and pans for several days so we ordered out.
And senior year a self-portrait from one of our favorite little girl photographs...a memory in black and white.
College opened new doors as Megan explored her major in graphic design. For many years nature and shelter played a semi-constant theme in her work. Several pieces hang on our walls at the condo.
Her work continues to grow, change, expand, develop and we watch, amazed, as her interior world moves onto paper.....her ideas and thoughts play across each mixed media creation. Layers of experience and memory and moments in her life. Her art now is so very different than it was even two years ago....and that's what makes watching her journey so very fascinating. It's in her genes...she is an artist. She is our daughter who taught us that "Art doesn't have to match the sofa!" Art has to make you feel something....see something....experience something. And each time I look at our daughter's work that's what it does....I see it, I remember something, I notice something, I appreciate something.
All because our daughter is an artist.
Very nice essay and tribute to your daughter. I love her work.
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