Struggling quasi-artist all my life - not simply that I had had to make a living by other means - but falling short of the vision, abandoning the mission.
It is ironic that as other strengths and skills desert me, the creation of art becomes less of a struggle and more of a necessity than the, at best, ancillary position it held throughout my adult years.
Parkinson's, and dealing with it, has wreaked havoc with my work-life and home-life. The organizational system of my mind that was so useful on the job has changed into a looser amalgam of brain power that's more conducive to artistic undertakings than to accounting.
In my 3rd year with PD, I thought I was just losing it, but came to realize I was conceptualizing much clearer and stronger "and following through" with art projects and other creative endeavors.
PD did not give me talent, but I do believe it was instrumental in its release. Maybe it's a left brain-right brain shift; I like to call it trading ROM for RAM. When one door closes, another opens, you just have to find it.
Can't resist another cliche when I add that I was never able to put my finger on it, why I could not fully connect with my artwork. PD's tremor may have made it physically more difficult to put my finger on it, but metaphorically, the fingers have it.