This coming Friday, May 11, I will be having the first solo show (at Captain's Daughters in Provincetown, MA) during my 3 years of "official" business as Art by Megan. While I have been SO busy (and under the weather recently due to family expansion!), I kind of forgot until today to celebrate this big (HUGE!) step.
So, I want to celebrate by taking a little trip down memory lane, Art by Megan-style.
Sometimes I completely forget that ONLY 3 years ago this past weekend, we moved to NYC and started almost completely over in a new city with just a few friends and 2 brand new careers. It was exhausting and overwhelming and terrifying and completely amazing all in one breath.
After some time spent unpacking, setting up a new tiny home, learning how to do things the "Brooklyn way" and teaching my little one some important life lessons like how to ride the subway and how to ride a scooter to school, I began to work full-time as an artist and small business owner in the fall of 2015. I worked from the "Teeny Tiny Studio" aka the spare bedroom (aka the walk in closet in any other state) in our first apartment.
It was my dream come true.
I had dreamed of having a space to call my own as an artist for my entire life and this felt like the "big leagues" or at least my childhood fantasy coming true and I was so pumped. A few months later, I was picking up a package from the UPS guy at our front door while covered in paint and he asked what I did for a living. I said, confidently and maybe for the first time ever, "I am an artist" and he replied "wow, I have never met a real artist".
I started to notice that I was saying to people I met, "I am an artist". It felt amazing and surreal.
Time passed and selling occasional paintings became less infrequent, but each time I get an order for a print, small painting or large commission, I giggle.
I always tell my family, "oh my gosh guess what? I sold a painting!" when it happens and the "honeymoon phase" hasn't worn off yet. I sincerely hope it never does.
Then, in March of 2017, I found my first studio outside of our home. I was quickly outgrowing the "teeny tiny studio" and finding that paintings were always on the kitchen table, drying in the hallway, being photographed above our bed and our space for family was getting a little crazy. So, I took a big financial and business risk and put the down payment on my first studio in Gowanus, Brooklyn in an old warehouse on a crazy street. I loved it so much. I will never forget the feeling of stepping into that empty room and thinking "oh man, this is just so cool."
I cried that day, happy tears.
This past February (2018), I moved in with 2 of my favorite business owners ever (Whitney of We Gather and Betsy of Sylvan Park) to our new space at Industry City in Brooklyn, NY. Industry City is like a magical-google-campus-vibe for creatives and innovators in Brooklyn. When I step foot into our studio each time I go to work in the morning, I sigh and think or usually say out loud, "dang this is a cool spot".
My "roomates" often hear me say it and we all giggle or agree.
As an impatient person with a fierce streak of overachiever, I often forget to take a deep breath and let it all sink in. But, I am making a sincere effort to do so as I get older and, dare I say, a little bit wiser.
So, this post is really just a little reminder to myself and to all of you who support me that I am VERY thankful:
- I am thankful for the friends I have made while growing this business.
- I am thankful for the clients who support me by purchasing artwork and prints.
- I am thankful for the tough lessons I have learned while building a business from scratch in a crazy new city.
- I am thankful for the community of creatives that I helped to build in Brooklyn and who I now consider my dearest friends. (Tuesdays Together NYC)
- I am thankful for this chance to push myself and learn so much.
- I am thankful for a husband who agreed it was time to jump into a crazy new adventure together.
- I am thankful for 3 years that have felt like both the fastest and longest years of my life!
Thank you and cheers to celebrating the little victories!