“Here is the paradox I have lived with for many years: the work belongs neither fully to the artist nor fully to the audience. It exists between them. A painting waits for the viewer. A sonata waits for the listener. A poem waits for the reader who has not yet been born. In that waiting, the work acquires something like agency. It speaks differently to each person who approaches it with care, saying things the artist did not know she had said, meeting needs she could not have anticipated.”
– Makoto Fujimura