maybe dreams are the secret language of the body. the body which has been silent all day talks to us all night in its private language of images, puns, gossip, memories, dire predictions, fables and stories.

where do these come from? what are they really? some deep well of endlessly firing circuits? random information? noise? the body talking to the mind?

-laurie anderson, night life

There are no guarantees that if you work hard enough, or are talented enough, that you will be successful, be able to support yourself, or importantly, make a meaningful contribution to others. But in the meantime, if you are an artist, the art just comes—whether you like it or not—because you can’t stop it.”

— Jessica Todd Harper