While in the thick of grieving my father's death, I found my art making process of working intuitively -- without boundaries, patterns or sketches to dictate to me -- both a comfort and an eye opener.
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As a mother facing a grim cancer prognosis and a year of treatment, my brain was on constant code red. Until I learned that the answer was not in my head but in my hands.
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