Author Archives: Lillian Hopkins

About Lillian Hopkins

A self-taught artist, I came to art later in life and enjoyed modest success with my work. But I have been absent from my studio, lost in the fog of menopause and unable to create for almost four years. The mists have finally receded and I have emerged feeling mostly like myself again, but different somehow. So now I'm wondering, Is there art after menopause, and what will it look like? I'll soon find out...

Just Like Starting Over

So I’m ready to start back in my studio; the only problem is I haven’t gone in there for a year except to dump things.  Which is not to say nothing creative has been going on — the spiders have … Continue reading

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A Questionable Identity – Part 1

I am an artist — at least I was; I have pictures to prove it.  But I haven’t felt like an artist for a while now.  The shelves in my disheveled and vacant studio are empty — I haven’t worked … Continue reading

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A Questionable Identity – Part 2

It was hard work and very stressful, but at first I loved the challenge of court reporting, working in a different place every day as a free-lance deposition reporter.  It even paid well.  But court reporting is not a creative … Continue reading

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A Questionable Identity – Part 3

“I get to be an artist!” was now my mantra, and I was a raging fire, fueled by years of pent-up creative energy and fanned by the breeze of sweet vindication.  Life was full of passion and purpose and no … Continue reading

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A Questionable Identity – Part 4

For me, depression has never been about mood — no one around me would ever guess I was depressed — it is all about the loss of energy, physical and mental.  My sudden need for a simpler life was really … Continue reading

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A Questionable Identity – Part 5

I lived for a couple of years in cold, dark numbness.  Then, as gradually as it had come in, the depression began to seep away.  We moved and bought a house, and I was able to work on fixing it … Continue reading

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