My best artist friend is dying. She's 93 and near the end of a long and winding path.
Over 70 years worth of artistic production stacked in boxes everywhere in her house/studio. Brilliant drawings, drypoints, lithographs, letterpress prints. I spent the afternoon with her. Even got out for a bit to sit in the sun.
She gave it her all. With eager and demanding eyes, masterful hands and great heart, yet never sure she'd done good, right, enough.
It's not about doing what you love. It's about finding out why you do what you do, so that you can do it with love.