Been a long time since I was blown away like this. The Mirror makes you question everything. Especially the nature of realism in art. Is it a pursuit of the impossible? What even constitutes the real? My intuition tells me that I won't be able to find satisfying answers. But my mind can't help contemplating.
This dissonance seems to be at the heart of The Mirror. An endless puzzle. Solving it would make the magic vanish. I no longer think that art is supposed to give answers, but raise questions. The Mirror certainly raises the right ones.