The art object here is an interrogation of ghosts, but not face to face. It’s an old man’s half mirror reflecting his muses and demons.  The usual suspects, friends, a lover (or two) and colleagues are all rounded up. They are past and possible, remembered and imagined. The cops always say “Don’t worry, they can’t see you.” But they can; they are not “though a glass, darkly” but reflected in it. They are on his side of the glass. In this strange situation, is art the lock or the key?


Paul of Tarsus intoned that, “When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see through a glass, darkly;” seemingly meaning that he—and we—begin to see things less clearly when we become adults. But, he goes on, at some time in the future the imperfect mirror would go away, and he/we would then see (know) as much as he believed his omniscient god does, “but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” (AKJV)

Pablo Picasso agrees with Paul that we lose something when we become adults.  He said, “All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. ” but he differs with Paul as well; Paul doesn’t seem to think much of “childish ways” and Picasso feel they are well worth giving up some adultness to get back. Picasso is silent on the value of a sacrifice to a believed-to-be-omniscient god.