Art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there. You know I don’t think its fair that I’m living for something I can’t even define.

DiFranco frames art as an animating necessity—something that gives her life direction and urgency—while admitting she cannot pin down a stable definition of it. The tension is the point: art functions less as a concept than as a lived practice, a daily compulsion that resists tidy boundaries. Her complaint that it “isn’t fair” suggests both vulnerability and integrity: she recognizes the existential risk of devoting oneself to an ideal that remains elusive, yet she continues anyway. The quote also gestures toward a broader artistic ethos associated with DiFranco’s work—valuing process, experimentation, and authenticity over fixed categories or institutional definitions of what art “is.”