A thing which is present can be invisible, hidden by what it shows
Interpretation
Visibility can be deceiving; what we see may hide deeper truths.
This quote by Rene Magritte reflects the paradox of perception in art and reality. It suggests that things may appear prominent to our senses yet still cloak essential aspects beneath their surface, urging us to look beyond mere appearances to uncover hidden meanings and truths.
In practice
In a discussion about the interpretation of modern art.
I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative arts, folklore, advertising, voices making announcements, aerodynamism, boy scouts, the smell of moth balls, events of the moment, and drunken people.
Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.
Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.
The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it's just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture “This is a pipe”, I'd have been lying!
Nothing is confused except the mind.
We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.
Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.
It's the imperfections that make something beautiful, that's what makes it different and unique from everything else.
I've heard some writers say things like, 'Well, I'm a professional writer. I only start books I know I can finish.' I look at it maybe the other way: I only want to write books I'm not sure I can write.
Homer has taught all other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.
At the end of the day, who I really and truly am is a little girl who loved to play the piano.
We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.
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