1 The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 2 What is that beauty which the artist struggles to express from lumps of earth, said Stephen coldly.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 3 Beauty expressed by the artist cannot awaken in us an emotion which is kinetic or a sensation which is purely physical.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 4 This supreme quality is felt by the artist when the esthetic image is first conceived in his imagination.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 5 The image, it is clear, must be set between the mind or senses of the artist himself and the mind or senses of others.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 6 The personality of the artist passes into the narration itself, flowing round and round the persons and the action like a vital sea.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 7 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.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 8 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.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 9 "You don't understand me, Harry," answered the artist.
10 Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
11 An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.
12 Don't take away from me the one person who gives to my art whatever charm it possesses: my life as an artist depends on him.
13 "No, Harry," answered the artist, giving his hat and coat to the bowing waiter.
14 Last night she was a great artist.
15 I should have shown myself more of an artist.