Resistance Cannot Be Seen, Touched, Heard, Or

When We Make Our Art A Practice, When We Make Our Workspace Sacred And Enter It Daily With Respect And High Intention, Then We Elevate Our Actions (even If They're Taking Place Within The Profane Arena Of Commerce) Beyond Ego And Above Gimme-gimme Ambition.

The Professional Arms Himself With Patience, Not Only To Give The Stars Time To Align In His Career, But To Keep Himself From Flaming Out In Each Individual Work.

The Gnostics Believed That Exile Was The Essential Condition Of Man. Do You Agree? I Do. The Artist And The Addict Both Wrestle With This Experience Of Exile. They Share An Acute, Even Excruciating Sensitivity To The State Of Separation And Isolation, And Both Actively Seek A Way To Overcome It, To Transcend It, Or At Least To Make The Pain Go Away. What Is The Pain Of Being Human? It's The Condition Of Being Suspended Between Two Worlds And Being Unable To Fully Enter Into Either.

It’s Not The Writing Part That’s Hard. What’s Hard Is Sitting Down To Write.

Its [resistance] Aim Is To Shove Us Away, Distract Us From Doing Our Work.