Originally posted September 8, 2009
Florence said you had to train to stay home and work at your art all day.
El said she felt passionate about mixing her CD.
Dana said the writing comes when it comes. Like a rash.
O'Keefe said he knew his paintings were good but it was too painful to discuss.
I said living with what was inside me - the images, the thoughts, the stories - while trying to stay human was like a vampire trying to keep his best friend from becoming a meal.
And De La Vega left reminders on a cardboard box toss to the trash man that art comes where it comes and comes when it comes and like birthing it can't be returned to hidden recesses.
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