Friday, January 31, 2014

Rene Magritte ]]

                                    The Mysteries of the Horizon 

If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream. ”

- Rene Magritte

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist. ”

- Rene Magritte

                                The Lost Jockey [his first surrealist work ]

                                         

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.”

- Rene Magritte

                                                    The Lovers I


                                                     The lovers II




Life obliges me to do something, so I paint. ”

- Rene Magritte

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.”

- Rene Magritte

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it. ”

- Rene Magritte

                                      The Wonders Of Nature 




The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.”

- Rene Magritte

The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb. ”

- Rene Magritte

                                    The Castle of the Pyrenees

                         

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. ”

- Rene Magritte

                                     Empire of Light[his last painting]



We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world. ”

- Rene Magritte

                                  Sixteenth of September  

Growing from the earth to the sun, a tree is an image of certain happiness. To perceive this image we must be immobile like the tree. When we are moving, it is the tree which becomes the spectator. It is witness, equally, in the shape of chairs, tables and doors, to the more or less agitated spectacle of our life. The tree, having become a coffin, disappears into the earth. And when it is transformed into fire, it vanishes into air."   

 

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