The real reward of art is quintessentially immediate and private: the moment in which a work that has been invisible, conceptual, becomes actual.  This always seemed to me a miracle, each work itself, so fresh and new.  This instant has an equivalent in childbirth: I always felt that I had got acquainted with the child in my womb but not quite enough to know who the person was, so at the moment of birth I felt a kind of recognition.  The phrase, "Oh, it was you" used to come into mind when I first held my babies.

Prospect (1997), Anne Truitt