I remember many long conversions with Meg regarding process and choices and the struggle to come to some kind of place of rest for her mind. She was always searching for new ways to express her inner world. Her inner self. In the end, I think it was actually that struggle to find, love and accept her own inner world that actually drove her in. And her paintings are in some ways a reflection of that struggle. Yes, they are bright and attractive and alluring. But they also seem to pull one into a deeper sense of, if not conflict, a place of depth and struggle for order. A sense of searching. As she wrote regarding monotype, “There is an element of surprise. An inability to completely control the outcome of the printed image. There is a sense of trying to make order out of chaos. In monotype there’s also an element of ‘carving out’ a space...”