‘The personality of the artist, at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and then a fluid and lambent narrative, finally refines itself out of existence, impersonalizes itself, so to speak. The aesthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and re-projected from the human imagination. The mystery of aesthetic, like that of material creation, is accomplished. The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails’
James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist, 1917
James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist, 1917
To celebrate Dundee’s very own Botanic Garden, the Friends of the Garden invited artists and writers to be inspired by what this treasure has to offer.
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