If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.

— Thich Nhat Hanh

I think sometimes I am not a woman,
but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground.
I am the seasons, I think sometimes,
January, May, November;
the mud, the mist, the dawn.

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

There are plenty of artists who don’t have exhibitions. There’s plenty of art that’s never seen. There is this great, powerful desire to just create something. Making work that does not have a destination has its loneliness and its sadness about it. And many artists endure that for their entire lives, and it’s heroic.

— Phyllida Barlow, Art21