Art provided a tethering to purpose during shelter-at-home and other activities restricted or curtailed during the year. Blank canvases, journals, paper and pen, etc. provided the open doors to expressing our feelings of imposed solitude, fear, loneliness, futility, stress and the myriad other emotions felt in 2020. Did you depend on some art form this year to maintain some sense of rhythm to the passing days? For me, it was a surprise to see how much I relied on it -- as a stress reliever, for learning new methods and gaining some regularity of practice, and as a meditative tool. If you're an artist, what was your experience with art-making in 2020?