Megan Hosmer, My Girl
Megan Hosmer, Mother Earth
Megan Hosmer, Child, Maiden, Mother, and Crone
In New York City, I attended Parsons School of Design and privately studied at Lafayette Studios. My professional artistic career began before the age of 20, exhibiting in New York and then in Los Angeles at small galleries and shops. I then spent years in clothing design working for Weavers as a design assistant and then at Sibella as a lead designer until she went back to fine art and painting. I exhibited and took on commissions until taking a break from all creative work from 2004 –2009. With this show she reemerges as an artist.
At a young age, I learned what sold quickly. In doing so, my art had two separate existences. I began producing and selling decoration not art while the pieces I created from my soul found homes under my bed or facing the walls in the back of my closets. I spent years doing just that until creating publicly became a chore and a form of communicating that I resented. While my private art began to shake me because I knew its raw honesty was clearly staring back at me, stating my personal life was spinning out of control. So I set down my brushes, gave away the pretty pieces, and destroyed my art.
I spent the next 5 years, a shell of a person in a very bad marriage. The night I told my husband I would not stand for his violence ever again, he could no longer treat me the way he did, and I asked for a divorce was the night I picked up my beautiful brushes again. You see, all people need air, water, food, and shelter. As someone that creates, that act of creating is as necessary as all other basic needs of survival.
I began creating again with this primal need, ignoring the rules, not thinking about technique, simply finding the trance and learning how to speak again. As someone, that had not used my voice in so long, this journey took a while to learn how to express clearly again. From the beginning I promised myself I would not produce with the thought of selling my work. I promised myself that I would be true to myself and my art. As I began sharing what I was doing and found the courage to stand naked in front of the others, I learned that my voice was larger than I ever thought. People, strangers to me, began following my work and writing me letters that almost felt surreal. They would thank me for my courage; they would tell me that my work gave them strength to make changes in their own lives. With this I found for the first time ever a true purpose to sharing my art. The pieces in that I hang today are pieces that I produced while I was learning how to speak again in a whisper that will scream.