Brad’s Story When I was a kid my parents always said, “If you love what you do for a living you’ll never work a day in your life.” To me, a child only concerned with Spider-Man, G.I. Joe and who would win if they ever had to battle, that sounded wonderful. I was 12 when […]
Read ArticleSuzanne’s Story The Decisive Moment (with apologies to Henri Cartier-Bresson.) As the daughter of an art teacher, I grew up surrounded by art books. My childhood summers were spent pouring through them, marveling at the velvet cushioned swing featured in Fragonard’s The Swing (which differed substantially from the splinter-inducing apparatus in Lincoln’s Pioneer Park) and staring in guilty fascination at […]
Read ArticleBart’s Story Art is my life. It always has been, whether I knew it or not. According to my biological mother, I’ve been drawing ever since I could hold something in my hands, yet ironically; I was the only one out of my brothers that wasn’t drawing on the walls. Growing up I knew I could draw […]
Read ArticleMorgan’s Story Growing up, my brother Dylan played the guitar and bass and was in several bands. I went to all of his shows and was always excited to watch him and his friends perform. I soon realized that I wanted to do the same thing because it looked like so much fun. I started […]
Read ArticleS.R.’s Story How many times have I thought, That’s not what I meant or I don’t know what you mean? I ask because I don’t know. I have such a hard time making sense of things. So I write, and I revise. What I mean: I grew up with books. They were my best friends—and […]
Read ArticleDeborah’s Story It all began while standing in line, with hundreds of others, outside the most beautiful pink building I had ever seen. I didn’t know where we were going or why we were there. I just knew it had to be very special since I was dressed in my pink mohair (Sunday!) coat and […]
Read ArticleMike’s Story In my time as the managing director of the Nebraska Shakespeare Festival, I was fortunate to witness countless examples of how the arts transcend the creative experience to touch and affect the rest of our lives—and, how public funding for the arts makes that possible. Each night, I witnessed three to five thousand […]
Read ArticleMarty’s Story When I was about twelve years old, my parents enrolled me in a drama class on Saturday mornings at the Joslyn Art Museum. For our class recital, our teacher, Mrs. Marx, took us through the galleries to select a painting to use as the topic for our final play, which we would author […]
Read ArticleMary’s Story When I was thirteen my mother gave me a paperback copy of Bess Streeter Aldrich’s A Lantern in Her Hand. The book told the story of a girl who grows up in the Nebraska Territory in the late 1800s.We had just moved from Nebraska to California, and the gift may have been my mother’s […]
Read ArticleMarjorie’s Story Though I was majoring in art history as an undergraduate, I knew I didn’t want to apply my passion for the arts towards a curatorial or teaching career. When it came time to do my practicum for my major, my professors suggested (since I was also getting an emphasis in business administration) that […]
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