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Melani Grube

Artist, Proprietress

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Melani Grube

Artist, Proprietress

Most artists start out by describing how they've always known since they were children that they wanted to be an artist when they grew up. Well, that's not how my story goes. Sure, I'd always loved sketching, painting and creating in any possible way I could. Sure, I'd always driven my mother crazy with how particular I was with how things looked and how well they were designed. Sure, I was fanatical about just the right color, right proportion, right quality in everything in my life. But I didn't know I was supposed to be an artist.

 

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That is, not until many years later, in my adult life, as I lay on the cold tile floor of the bathroom between heaves during a terrible bout of stomach flu. I'd gone through two years of one illness after another, ranging from pneumonia to loss of consciousness to two unrelated surgeries and now, stomach flu that felt like the universe was trying to squeeze the life out of me.

 

As I lay there, surprised that I was still alive, I asked the universe what in the world was going on. Why was I being smooshed? And that was when it hit me: the illnesses started, beginning with major eye surgery, as I started taking teaching credential classes. I had been trying to re-enter the workplace after having been a stay-at-home mom. I was trying to become a public school teacher. It was a logical choice because I loved teaching, I loved children and it was a secure and dependable job with good benefits.

 

And, not at all what I was meant to do.

the-pianists-charcrop

Most artists start out by describing how they've always known since they were children that they wanted to be an artist when they grew up. Well, that's not how my story goes. Sure, I'd always loved sketching, painting and creating in any possible way I could. Sure, I'd always driven my mother crazy with how particular I was with how things looked and how well they were designed. Sure, I was fanatical about just the right color, right proportion, right quality in everything in my life. But I didn't know I was supposed to be an artist.

 

That is, not until many years later, in my adult life, as I lay on the cold tile floor of the bathroom between heaves during a terrible bout of stomach flu. I'd gone through two years of one illness after another, ranging from pneumonia to loss of consciousness to two unrelated surgeries and now, stomach flu that felt like the universe was trying to squeeze the life out of me.

 

As I lay there, surprised that I was still alive, I asked the universe what in the world was going on. Why was I being smooshed? And that was when it hit me: the illnesses started, beginning with major eye surgery, as I started taking teaching credential classes. I had been trying to re-enter the workplace after having been a stay-at-home mom. I was trying to become a public school teacher. It was a logical choice because I loved teaching, I loved children and it was a secure and dependable job with good benefits.

 

And, not at all what I was meant to do.

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I was at a turning point in my life. I could choose to go on doing jobs that paid the bills, but did not make a career. Or I could choose to do what I was meant to do. I could choose the career where I could make a difference in the world, create the art and share the artistic voice inside me that could make a difference in the human experience.

 

So, right there on the cold tile floor,
I became an artist.
Officially.

logo-sparkles3color

I was at a turning point in my life. I could choose to go on doing jobs that paid the bills, but did not make a career. Or I could choose to do what I was meant to do. I could choose the career where I could make a difference in the world, create the art and share the artistic voice inside me that could make a difference in the human experience.

 

So, right there on the cold tile floor,
I became an artist.
Officially.

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