My Artist Lore

Just a 20-something trying to find my footing in my creative passions. Here's my story in a couple passages...

Little Mel was overflowing with creativity and never gave it a second thought when it came to her art projects and creative hobbies. You name it - drawing, painting, crafting, photography, scrapbooking, songwriting... ❤️ (This may sound like a familiar story.)

Until the day Little Mel became not so little anymore... The world around her was telling her where to go, what to do, how to do it, how "to reach her potential." She was smart. She was responsible. She accelerated in school. She listened. That whimsical, creative spirit began to back away; constantly being shushed so that the class wouldn't hear. It only made sense that she was made to turn down art class after ninth grade for a subsequent decade of academia (because that's what you were supposed to do; that was the right thing to do). But with that came the painful consequence that incrementally quieted her magic... She did not dare to touch art aside from the swipe of her thumb into the ever-expanding world of social media from a little screen displaying mere images of artworks. Art was always right there but simultaneously not within her reach. Her flame went small and dormant.

Then one day, Mel came across a village. A bustling village of clay friends - clay of all types, neighbouring painters - paint of all types too, and these super cool high-tech illustrators (that love to Procreate?). Her eyes lit up, her heart jumped, and Little Mel's soul sung and squealed. A spark in Mel reignited, somewhere deep, deep down. It felt familiar. It felt honest. "It felt like me." Like a supernova exploding midst the cold, dark space confined to subtle twinkles for way too long... and its remnants casting away in all sorts of directions, to eventually materializing more stars as time elapses. Witnessing with awe the ongoing waves and ripples from other artists' creative supernovas; and observing - every single time - the prompt shift in the atmosphere from fostering these beautiful, bright, warm energies.

All the "no's" up until this very tipping point where she absolutely had to say "YES" to Little Mel - loud now, bold, and restless! Simply unable to be ignored! "I need to do this! There is no other way!" Little did Mel know Little Mel would be taking her on a journey abundant in daunting peaks and crushingly low valleys. Though, in spite of all the doubt and fear, Little Mel insists we climb the mountain, and the next, and the next... 

And still, I am here climbing, hoping to touch many lives with my art in ways beyond what I can humanly fathom along the way. Supporting MTMELCO is supporting a dream and a vision that is bigger than myself. I'm just conquering the bunny hills for now...