This last week I've been reading Prospect, The Journal of an Artist, by Anne Truitt, a sculptor from Washington, DC. who died in 1993. It's the second book I've read by her, the first being Daybook, The Journal of an Artist. In each of them she writes about her life, both as an artist and a mother. In Prospect, she also writes about aging and about having to go into retirement and how sidelined she feels by that.
Anne Truitt was a sculptor who created large monolithic sculptures out of wood then painted them to a beautiful luster. I haven't seen any of them in real life, but here are some pictures of them. If you Google her, you can see more of them. Most of the major museums in the country have her work in them.
"When I swept wide brushes over large areas, I felt profoundly attuned to both structure and paint, as if I were doing what I had been born to do." (I can completely relate to "as if I were doing what I had been born to do." I feel that way when I'm in the studio painting and creating or talking with people about my latest series and what I'm trying to convey.)