I like to draw, and as the daughter of a music teacher, I think that I am somewhat musically inclined. I enjoy writing, and feel that I have a deep appreciation for music, journalism, and film. But by no means have I ever considered myself an artist.
Recently, however, I came up with a new definition of art. In the midst of a deep conversation at the dinner table one night I said to Carl, “I think that art is anything done with passion.” “Well said,” was his reply.
By that definition, I am a true artist. I approach the lab bench each day with passion. I ride my bike with passion. I love my husband with passion. And if and when I am able to run again, I will do so with passion — more passion than ever before.