I have been given a gift. The gift of time away from the art I love. Time away helps us appreciate things. I think it had become so much of my identity that I lost some of the other parts of me. I mourned like a spoiled child for a while. Even though I chose to care for my dad, and I knew it wouldn't be easy, I didn't expect to lose my desire to make art! It was probably depression at first. Then I lapsed into apathy. Now that things are more routine I just don't have time. Other things have taken it's place. And its Okay.
