It hurt me deeply inside when I first downsized my pottery sculpture studio. It was a forced sale, I realized that firing a kiln to high temperatures for 12 hour shifts was incompatible with being a dementia carer. This rationalization did not make the grieving process of relinquishing a creative passion I loved, any easier.
Like any grief, it lasted for years and the craving to work in the three dimensional sculptural art form lasted from 2007 when I sold my studio, though until August 2010 when I wrote, edited, with a lot of help from my friends, my first published work of fiction, 'Set Free'.
Since then, since I have been able to think of myself as a novelist and know I have an art form well beyond my existing skills to challenge me, I have been released from the grief of the loss of my former artist, potter, and sculptor carer.
One door closed, another has opened a new door that is fully compatible with being a dementia carer. I have found artistic satisfaction once more.
Somehow this new creative satisfaction has made it possible for me to part with my pottery and sculptural creations. Reg and I travel and the only possessions I need are essentials and words that are my new creative career,