Michael Arthur, from "Just Drawn that Way":
Overwhelmed by grief, I found myself drawing again, as I had not drawn since before grad school — notions from my head, floating hands and disembodied heads with empty spaces where the bodies were suggested but not drawn. I drew spaceships and birds, circles and flowing hair. The kind of thing one finds in the margins of lined notebooks, but dropped instead front and center in the middle of an otherwise empty page. As the losses accumulated, I found that the very act of drawing raised my spirits. I decided that if drawing made me happy when there was no reason in the universe for me to be happy, I had better pay attention to that impulse.