A working artist is a playing artist.

Creativity occurs in the moment, and in the moment we are timeless.

We don't always know what makes us happy. We know, instead, what we think SHOULD. We are baffled and confused when our attempts at happiness fail.

Nothing dies harder than a bad idea. And few ideas are worse than the ones we have about art.

Doubt comes to the door in darkness, pretending to be alone and in need of your compassionate ear. But if you let him in, he'll bring his friends.

In order to thrive as artists we need to be available to the universal flow. When we put a stopper on our capacity for joy by anorectically declining the small gifts of life, we turn aside the larger gifts as well.

Our internal artist is always our creative child.