The artist Polly Thayer Starr started drawing as soon as she could wrap her fingers around a pencil, and she was still conjuring remarkable paintings in her 80s as her eyesight faded because of glaucoma and macular degeneration. When she could no longer see, she memorized poems that friends read aloud. The creative chase kept her going to 101. "It's the Hound of Heaven," she told an interviewer from the Smithsonian Institution with a chuckle. "It's always after you."