This past November 28, 2014, I received a BC Creative Achievement Award for First Nations Art. The event was held at the Sutton Palce hotel on Burrard Street in Vancouver, and the organization was kind enough to fly down my boyfriend as well for the event while also hosting all our other local guests to a […]Read more "The British Columbia Achievement Awards"
A journey to Haida Gwaii is always a good idea…especially when it’s summer, I’m with my partner Alex in his 77 Van Dura, and theres some cat-adventurers on board. A journey to Haida Gwaii is an especially good idea when it’s for the first show on Haida art curated by a Haida person. Nika Collison […]Read more "Came To Tell Something"
True to Northwest Coast potlatch style, on the evening before the show opened I was still busy putting the finishing touches onto a robe that had been on my loom for the better part of two years. The following day, “Sky Blanket: Recent Works by Meghann O’Brien” opened as a small show at The Bill Reid […]Read more "a Celebration"
My time as an artist in residence at the Museum of Anthropology coincides with the exhibit “Kesu’: The Art and Life of Doug Cranmer,” which is a celebration of the renowned Kwakwaka’wakw artist who was from my hometown of Alert Bay. As the style of this weaving is a northern style, which came into Kwakwaka’wakw […]Read more "The Museum of Anthropology"
“It is a much greater thing to give than it is to receive. You’ll understand what I mean one day.” -Beau Dick It might have been four years ago now since Beau told this to me on his front porch. The art of giving is one that is learned by watching our elders, and from […]Read more "The Art of Giving"
My journey of becoming a weaver began in the summer of 2007 while I was working on a seine boat near Alert Bay, BC. I decided to explore the gifts it has shared with our people for generations. Understanding the historical meanings of the gifts of the Creator to our people has shaped me as […]Read more "Origins"
Here it was, in the beginning I was. Those parts of my self that wrote words, I was that part of my self that had thoughts. Eventually, they found themselves, as we all do, motionless in the heat of the sun staring down our backs. Eventually, I found myself: backless to the night, offering postings […]Read more "I wanted to begin."