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May 12, 2005
Another thought inspired by Darger.
Taking from my own essay's quote on Darger:
Henry Darger fulfills every romantic myth of the artist: Solitary, unbalanced, undiscovered, untrained, unrecognized, impoverished and conveniently dead, therefore available for romanticizing, analysis and exploitation.
When did we go from being more interested in an artist's works to being much more interested in his or her life? We all know it's happened, but when did it happen?
Posted by Leigh Witchel at May 12, 2005 3:44 PM
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