The Lovers (Les Amants), René Magritte, 1928 0
I love these pictures with a passion. I don’t want to try and begin to decipher the meaning behind them, though, as I will end up spouting off a load of cliched bullshit about love being blind, e.t.c., and that ain’t my game. I love just about everything attached to the Surrealist movement in art, because of that intangible, unexplainable quality it has. And the way it distorts and changes opinions from one person to another. There’s something mind-blowing about these pictures that I don’t want to try and explain…