Art belongs to everybody and nobody. Art belongs to all time and no time. Art belongs to those who create it and those who savor it. Art no more belongs to the people or the time than it belongs to the critics or the collectors.
The longer life goes on, the fewer those around you to challenge your account of things, to remind you that life is not as you tell it, but as you remember it.
You put together two people who have not been put together before; and sometimes the world is changed, sometimes not. They may crash and burn, or they may set off a spark that will light the world.
