Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

DiFranco frames art not as a hobby or profession but as a primary motive force—something that justifies daily life. Yet she immediately undercuts any tidy aesthetic theory: art is essential precisely because it resists final definition. The tension she names—devotion to something indescribable—captures a common artist’s predicament: the work feels necessary and life-giving, but language and concepts lag behind lived creative experience. The line also hints at ethical unease (“doesn’t seem fair”): if art cannot be pinned down, can it legitimately claim such authority over one’s choices? The quote thus elevates art’s mystery while acknowledging the vulnerability of building a life around it.