The child looks into a mirror and sees an image of self that does not correspond to lived experience. This is not realism, this is surrealism. I can lose my cheap ballpoint pen and go to the store and buy one exactly like it, but a well-made fountain pen is not so easily replaced. An object is only valuable to the extent that it is not consumed. Art, then, in a Marxist interpretation of Wilde, becomes the ultimate exchange object.
Art extends itself infinitely in exchange.
Art is the most valuable thing we have, because it is pure surplus, not consumed, valuable in its uniqueness. Questioning this model. Other issues 1. Disturbing the boundaries btw. The creation of a homosexual identity.