The Romantic view of the painter who bares his wounds, relates his own misfortunes, still has many supporters today, despite changes in style and taste. It is universally held that the artist has a sacred right to ostentatious subjectivism, to show his precious self.
It is an old dream of painters that their work may acquire a lasting existence. One of the ways to achieve this, it seems to me, is to cast it far away from oneself, to erase the ties that connect it to its creator. This is how I understand Flaubert’s recommendation: “The artist must be in his work as God is in nature.”