Meredith Gould

My on-again, off-again, and now on-again life as an artist began in kindergarten, starting on day one. If our future personalities and behaviors are pretty much formed by the age of three, then I’m not surprised by how I was being and doing by the age of five. More accurately, I’m not surprised now. I was too young to have that self-awareness in 1956. What were my parents observing or thinking about five-year-old me?

I thought about retirement for decades until, after returning to art making and having a stroke, I realized retirement would trash my spiritual life. Meredith Gould · Follow 5 min read · -- Digital Illustration by Meredith Gould, using Procreate I started thinking semi-seriously about retiring from the work farce (sic) as I approached age 60, mainly because I was obsessed with my future economic well-being. Like many educated women my age, I’d been pauperized by divorce in my late forties.

When post-stroke rehabilitation begins, regaining dexterity is my core concern until I realize just how many Activities for Daily Living (ADLs) I consider essential appear nowhere on anyone’s standard list. Meredith Gould · Follow 8 min read · -- Digital Illustration by Meredith Gould, using Procreate If I thought having a hemorrhagic stroke was illuminating, which I certainly did, post-stroke rehabilitation was equally that or more so.