None of us can ever retrieve that innocence before all theory when art knew no need to justify itself, when one did not need to ask of a work of art what it said, because one knew (or thought one knew) what it did.

Susan Sontag, “Against Interpretation.”

I’m all for a prelapsarian way of seeing; letting a work expose itself to you before you have to peel away at it; giving it space to do all the talking, even if it doesn’t come easily. It’s more withholding that way, but then, we all want what we can’t easily have.