my rant about rene magritte

I've just recently discovered the paintings of rene magritte and decided that he's my favorite painter, evah, evah. A post previously held by Vincent van Gogh, not that I know that much about painting, but at least I know what I like. I wish I could post some of his stuff here, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do that....

Anyway, there's this one painting of his called, song of love, it's unbelievable, I can't tell you what it does to me. I am in awe of people who can express with evident proof ,through their craft, what I can only murmur as the secret desire of my heart. That's why art is so important to me, it allows me to feel. It gives me wings, so I can fly out of this place, I’ve adoringly nicknamed invisible cage.

To me this is freedom, the ability to pave yourself out of a brig without physically leaving that place. Amazing what our minds can do if our hearts will only follow.

Once I tried to convince myself that I was in my secret cave communing with my secret panda….but it didn’t really work. To find out what went wrong with that botched apparation go to my previous posts.

Now back to what I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself, again.

Well it’s just that sometimes I get to tired with the toilsdisappointementsheavinessfugliness of everyday life, that I forget the simple act being... you know, just being. & sometimes I look at an incredible piece of work of art, (in this case rene magritte) & I remember.... You know that feeling when you're a child and your whole life is ahead of you, and wherever your eyes go, you discover a new sense of wonder & your palms are like the ocean, vast and enormous, engulf with the fecundity of the possibility.

That last line sounds positively obscene, possibility and fecundity should never be used in the same sentence together. It just sounds too fugly. phew..

Anyway, there’s this another artist whose photographs I love but he’s work is kinda controversial, so maybe I should leave him out of this.


mushr out