Belgian Surrealist Artist
René Margritte, fully René François Ghislain Magritte
Belgian Surrealist Artist
We are surrounded by curtains. We only perceive the world behind a curtain of semblance. At the same time, an object needs to be covered in order to be recognized at all.
You have no responsibility other than to realize your real desires, to satisfy them, and to delight in doing so
This evocation of night and day seems to me to have the power to surprise and delight us. I call this power poetry
To be a surrealist means barring from your mind all remembrance of what you have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.
There are some men here on earth who know what true intellectual honesty is and who want no part of this inertia nor expect any help from it. The countless others are indifferent, passive, clumsy calculators, or dishonest. Their number is not enough to make them right.
The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.
Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.
Our secret desire is for a change in the order of things.
Nothing is confused except the mind.
One night, I woke up in a room in which a cage with a bird sleeping in it had been placed. A magnificent error caused me to see an egg in the cage, instead of the vanished bird. I then grasped a new and astonishing poetic secret, for the shock which I experienced had been provoked precisely by the affinity of two objects -- the cage and the egg -- to each other, whereas previously this shock had been caused by my bringing together two objects that were unrelated.
My art is only valid insofar as it resists bourgeois ideology, in the name of which life is extinguished.
My painting is visible images which conceal nothing... they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.
In front of a window seen from inside a room, I placed a painting representing exactly that portion of the landscape covered by the painting. Thus, the tree in the picture hid the tree behind it, outside the room. For the spectator, it was both inside the room within the painting and outside in the real landscape.
Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.
If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.
I, for my part, have come to grips with the fact that I will lead a rather unglamorous existence to the very end.
If one looks at a thing with the intention of trying to discover what it means, one ends up no longer seeing the thing itself, but thinking of the question that has been raised. The mind sees in two different senses: (1) sees, as with the eyes; and (2) sees a question (no eyes).
I have found a new potential inherent in things -- their ability to gradually become something else. This seems to me to be something quite different from a composite object, since there is no break between the two substances.
I leave to others the business of causing anxiety and terror and mixing everything up.
I cannot paint until I have the complete picture in my mind.
I do not like money, either for itself or for what it can buy, since I want nothing we know about.