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You create from grief. It is an endless grief that pours out of your eyes and mouth and fingertips over and over again; a grief too vast to be contained. It demands an outlet, and so for you the act of creation is much like weeping. Your work is a memorial to everything you have loved and lost, all you have longed for and been denied. Much like crying, pouring your grief out into your art brings you relief. The feeling of loss pervades your work, but the depth of your grief also speaks to the depth of the love that preceded it. After all, every tragedy is only what it is because someone had loved something enough to grieve it.