My love of art has never wavered. I had not painted since my teenage years. The loss of my son through adoption many years before, along with a lack of expression of my own creativity, had left me bereft and plummeting into deeper depression time and time again. Art had been such a saviour to me as a child, when I was confused by what was happening around me. In my own grief and pain as a teenager, I deprived myself of my one sanctity in a self-imposed punishment. I would allow myself to paint again when I found my son, and so the bargain was made. I found my son in 2008. I have a profound...