Every day artists touch our lives, in the music we listen to on the radio, in the books and articles we read, the photographs and art we view. So much of it we take for granted, our lives enriched daily as a matter of course. And then of course there are the moments we've been touched... a song that brings us back to a moment in our lives where we felt less alone, like the words to the song hit the exact beats in our hearts right when we needed them most - a book that transforms us - a painting that leaves us breathless.
So many artists have touched my life, in music, in words, in all kinds of art. When they're still here they're mostly under-appreciated and when they're gone they leave a void. So to all the artists out there, thanks, man. Keep making the songs, the books, the poems, the essays, the pottery, the paintings, the photos, the sketches, the all of it. Thanks for making my life so much better in so many ways.
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AuthorMeg Kinghorn is the big weirdo of the Ella/Meg Salty City Writing Workshop collaboration. She teaches Creative Non-fiction and Memoir at the University of Utah and gives herself and any other writer crossing her path unmitigated permission to write whatever the hell they want. Archives
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