I have moved to an old people's home. Every day I get up, make the bed and walk 10,000 steps.
I used to make sculpture out of clay. Now I paint on paper, old curtains or anything else I can get my hands on.
When we moved in my husband got the second bedroom for his office. I do not have a studio of my own anymore, but I have a desk on the sun porch, a table near a window and the use of a common art room downstairs. So far I have been able to make something new about every three days. Not bad for a old lady who is losing her vision.
I still believe that artists can change the world and I have tried to make a positive dent on my new surroundings. I still write what I think on my pieces and walk cheerfully through life finding goodness in everyone I meet.