to move up and down
ZZZzzZz... If you were perfect,
I'd be bored out of my mind.
ROMANCE PROPER
TUESDAY. FEBRUARY 14, 2012. 1:09 AM
Just south of befitting, a little northeast of circumstance, and three steps away from liaison, today we’ll find Belgian surrealist Rene Francois Ghislain Magritte. In short, it’s Valentine’s Day. Would it be proper to confess? I think my romances have come to somewhat resemble these paintings. That’s a good thing. The only thing. Mystery and honesty. Comfort and temperament. Passion and complacency. Imperfect and true. It’s a dream and it’s actual at the same time. You can never really pinpoint it, but you enjoy it for its beauty. You appreciate it for it what it is. And you live in the now. These works have been misinterpreted as “surreal”. The truth of all truths, this is hyper reality.
The Lovers, 1928
Magritte with his wife and muse, wallpaper artist Georgette:
He fell in love with painting and Georgette in the same year and the three were happily married for 45 years.
I mean, this guy was real. Get into it. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-features/8565656/Rene-Magritte-surrealisms-straight-man.html
