Representing the Real

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Rodopi, 2002 - Psychology - 205 pages
This study offers a new perspective on the object represented by art, specifically by art that succeeds to create in its receiver a sense of "the real", a sense of approximating the true nature of the represented object that lies outside the artwork.
The object that cannot be accessed through a concept, a meaning or a sign, the thing-in-itself, is generally rejected by philosophy as being outside the realm of its concerns. This rejection is surveyed in a number of philosophical discussions, from Kant to Hilary Putnam. Turning to the psychoanalytic object, an object inexhaustible in terms of its external existence, or in terms of its conceptual status or meaning (the object is always suppressed, partly known, inaccessible), another notion of the object. The Real is suggested as what can neither be contained in language nor reduced to a linguistic referent. This solution does not lead away from philosophical interests but rather exposes this dilemma about the object of representation as fundamentally philosophical.
Cases of artistic realism discussed range from perspective painting to abstract art, from tragedies to the literary representation of minds.

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Contents

INTRODUCTION
2
FROM KANT TO LACAN
11
THE DILEMMA SURROUNDING THE MISSED
41
INTERPRETING WITH THE REAL
58
PSYCHOANALYSIS AND THE OBJECT OF ART
90
THE CASE
123
REALISM OF MIND
164
CONCLUSION
203
INDEX
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