(Based on the painting by Margritte, 1964, and “The Son of Man”, 1964)
~René Magritte about his paintings
"Visible images which conceal nothing."
When you look upon my face, is an apple. It is the illusionof an apple because I had been thinking of one.Always look closely. What is an apple, if not a dreamof its blossom? A mystery is always unknowable.If you eat an apple, do you taste its nightmares?Images about apples are always undisciplined.An apple composes orchards of poems.It wants to be a mountain,with lovers escaping into its high hills.It remembers the first bite.It knows what ruin is.It knows there is a garden things fell out of.More than that, it does not want to recollect,storing memory in a box among other apples.When it rains, it rains apple seeds.