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Right                                                tion with the rider 'if I can walk through the mirror hand
                               Magritte
                               From Gigantic Days                                   in hand with Alice' of course the phrase 'holding up the
                                                                                    mirror to nature' already has a paradoxical content in
                               Patrick Hughes                                       that, in showing nature to itself; nature might be con-
                               Below
                               Room 1964                                            sidered lacking in perception and so not able to appre-
                               Painted and wallpapered                              ciate its mirror image, or, if nature had perceptions,
                               hardboard and wood                                   would already know what itself was like. A mirror is here
                               48 x 36 x 15 in.
                                                                                    a metaphor for representation, and we now all know that
                               Bottom                                               there are many systems of representation, after Gombrich
                               Railway lines 1963                                   and McLuhan. What I am saying is that I must use a
                               Gloss paint on woo(
                               72 x 48 in.                                          system which can be seen to be schematic and 'as if', as
                                                                                    all systems are. As a figurative artist I am for the illusory
                                                                                    rather than the real.
                                                                                     However, I place myself in an uneasy position if I
                                                                                    assert that I am attacking or investigating systems of
                                                                                    figuration. If I succeed in demonstrating the contradic-
                                                                                    tory nature of systems, it is not because I am asserting
                                                                                    that there is some pure way of perceiving reality, shorn
                                                                                   of formulae, and somehow realer  than the tools we are
                                                                                    now using. Rather, it is a strong and deep feeling, that
                                                                                    reality itself, which includes methods of perception and
                                                                                    description, is paradoxical. In this respect, as a thinking
                                                                                   man, not only do I feel close to artists of great absurdity
                                                                                   like Kafka and Magritte and Ionesco and Steinberg; but
                                                                                   also to logicians and philosophers such as Heraclitus and
                                                                                   Nicholas of Cusa, and, in our own day, Lupasco and
                                                                                    Melhuish.
                                                                                    For instance, some people have asserted that the art of
                                                                                    Magritte is an examination of the semantics of repre-
                                                                                   sentation. But it is also an assertion about reality—'My
                                                                                   paintings have no reducible meaning: they are a mean-
                                                                                   ing'. For instance, in his painting  The Human Condition, a
                                                                                   canvas appears to depict the landscape it obscures. And
                                                                                   to say that the canvas might be a transparent one is to
                                                                                   place the mystery on the level of sleight of hand : the point
                                                                                   is surely that this is a painting which appears to make a
                                                                                   revelation but in fact makes a mystery. We are confused
                                                                                   because Magritte uses his system of representation, for
                                                                                   which in itself he has no regard, as a metaphor for reality.
                                                                                   He accepts the system of the bourgeois realist at its face
                                                                                   value, says, 'Yes, this is reality', and immediately begins
                                                                                   to attack reality with it. Using this metaphor for reality—
                                                                                   and a metaphor for reality is a useful thing for an artist to
                                                                                   have about him—he is able to say, for example, of his feet-
                                                                                   boots, 'this is reality'. Obviously if he had a cobbler
                                                                                   make them they would be just another pair of shoes, of
                                                                                   greater or lesser novelty, but shoes nevertheless. Again, in
                                                                                   the case of the drawing, the  Gigantic Days,  a verbal
                                                                                   description of this wonderful work might go : The man
                                                                                   has been consumed by the object of his desire. Now that
                                                                                   is a statement about reality, of a paradoxical nature,
                                                                                   couched in pictorial terms. All that has happened is that
                                                                                   he has stopped drawing the man where he doesn't over-
                                                                                   lap with the woman, but the meaning is that of a mistress
                                                                                   becoming a master.
                                                                                    In my construction The Room I was following my sculp-
                                                                                   ture  The Railway Line, where I made perspective tangible
                                                                                   (incidentally perspective is not a convention, it exists: see
                                                                                   J. J. Gibson, Perception of the Visual World). In the sculpture
                                                                                   I had made the world in its own image, which sounds a
                                                                                   simple thing to do but has a striking effect visually, for
                                                                                   one then sees the world processed through a process, one
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