Monday, December 20, 2010

He wanted to meet in the real world

the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld.  He did not know where to seek it or how but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him.  They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place.  They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured. 
from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce

When I read this passage I felt I'd read an exacting description of my relationship to the images I seek to make. 

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