The question to Magritte, "What were you thinking?"
“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."
I love this artist. The only time I ever cried looking at a painting in a museum is when I rounded a corner and saw a picture of doves bleeding. Surrealism is my favorite style of art. I wish I had the skill and intelligence to accomplish it.
This picture talks to me a little bit right now. What the hell am I hiding from myself in this game of love? And what is my lover hiding from me? The mystery I fear will always remain unsolved. For I have never known a man to be completely honest with me. I hope someday a friend/man can prove that there really are honest men out there. I do have faith.
Ok smile. You are the exception. So it is noted. :hugs for you smile: