"Pictures must be miraculous: the instant one is completed the intimacy between the creation and the creator is ended. He is an outsider. The picture must be for him, as for anyone experiencing it later, a revelation, an unexpected and unprecedented resolution of an eternally familiar need."
1903 - 1970
Often when I reread one of my poems, I am surprised by what I wrote. And sometimes I can't believe that I wrote it. Somebody else must have written it. As Rothko says, I am an outsider to my own work. Have you ever felt that way? Is there distance between you and your creation? Does your work surprise you?