
The second thing about the mirror is that Helena doesn't necessarily look at herself as a whole, at least not yet, and that is the basic premise of the Lacanian theory of the mirror stage. She looks at her own eyes (particularly beautiful eyes, if I do say so myself, blue with a hint of violet), and at her own hands. Given that she spends so much time playing with her own hands, looking at them and moving them for hours, the fact that she sees her own hands in the mirror strikes me at particularly important.
The mirror metaphor is a particularly visual one for the construction of identity and subjectivity, but hands are something different. One feels with one's hands, and one feels where one's hands are, even without looking at them. One also sees one's own hands, and can feel the effect of them on another part of the body when they swing around. Since Helena has been able to recognize her own hands, she has also gained control over them: she now moves them deliberately (when she wants to, at least) instead of thrashing around as a subconscious expression of happiness, anger, or hunger. Her control is especially good when she is looking at her hand.
Perhaps the construction of subjectivity is better seen as synesthesia, as the ability to conjugate different senses and see them as pertaining to the same event, than it it about seeing oneself. Helena sees her hand, feels my hand on hers, and feels where her hand is. Then, she looks in the mirror and sees herself seeing her hand, felling herself seeing the hand, feeling my hand, which she knows as my hand, touching hers... What she is learning is to put all of these sensations and experiences together.
Lacan insisted that because one becomes a subject in the image, subjectivity is imaginary. From what I have seen of Helena, however, it is better seen as gregarious, as the process of gathering together sensations, people, and the perspectives of those other people. More complicated than a simple mirror, but much more interesting, too. Maybe that's why Helena smiles so much when she sees herself in the mirror. You can almost hear the joy of the synapses popping.
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