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