Married to Art.

Knowing the art before the artist is an X-ray to the heart. 

Reflecting on how I'd prefer to meet someone, this is my favorite way. You see the art; and ultimately what's alive and broken within the artist. I knew Alex's artwork before getting to know him as a person and was surprised he wasn't in grad school because his pottery was so interesting and mature. I was drawn to Alex's ideas and hired him to make a set of earthenware for my MFA reception, I wanted the food served to sit on something pretty. Alex was good at that.

With our art leading the way, is it any surprise that we fell in love and got married in an art museum? The harpist who played Florence and The Machine at my MFA opening was the same one who set the tone when I walked down the aisle, locked with Alex, and burst into a thousand glistening teardrops. 

I had no choice but to marry an artist, Alex is perfect for me. My fear as a creative person was (and still is) putting my ambitions on a shelf while losing any rolling momentum that I once had. “Have I peaked yet?” I ask Alex. “Your best artwork is still ahead of you, my love.”