I am writing this on behalf of Joan, who could not write this or organize her thinking to express herself.
She was once an enormously successful psychologist, psychoanalyst, writer, poet, and sculptor. She does not practice, write or sculpt anymore because of the limitations imposed on her by her PD.
However, her sculptures and other artwork and books, etc, are still very much present in her home and inside of her. In her heart and mind she is still, and always will be, an artist.
She looks at her sculptures, moves them around, and can talk to others to some extent about her pieces. She can't remember their titles so she makes up new ones. Her artwork has, in many ways, kept her alive.
Even though she can't "do" her work as she once did, she is still an artist in her soul. That lives on.