The Key to Dreams by Rene Magritte was painted in 1930, and this picture made a huge step towards this French artist becoming a leading member of the Surrealist movement. Surrealism defies logic. Dreams and the workings of the subconscious mind inspire surrealistic art (French for “super-realism”) filled with strange images and bizarre juxtapositions. Features of Surrealistic Art Dream-like scenes and symbolic images Unexpected, illogical juxtapositions Bizarre assemblages of ordinary objects Automatism and a spirit of spontaneity Games and techniques to create random effects Personal iconography Visual puns Distorted figures and biomorphic shapes Uninhibited sexuality and taboo subjects Primitive or child-like designs. In response to the first prompt I have chosen the following photographs from my own work by the modern camera. As John Berger says that the invention of the camera changed the “way” we look at various objects and life around us.The world appears different and gives new meaning to images.
Wrote J.Berger “Free to see images in the collages of our own making” I respond here as, “where words do not suffice, a pantomime expresses all In action,in silence,in visuals alive on a stage A complete meaningful story”
Just the opposite of visuals a book of words in all forms and figures,in meter rhythm and rhyme an art of expression more old than time to be seen and treasured always by line.
Reflections of nature,in nature, distortion in harmony shadows crooked yet the real, sublime. shadows dark and lifeless, real green and divine
strange gathering, seen every day, symbolic of hunger food and prey, what may be alive on the soil, invisible to the eye, a dream, a message, a meaning critical “to see the thing in itself as it really is”
who was here a while ago or did I imagine someone or was it the crow, or is he too waiting to fly and go and be with the clan, absorb the solitary peace of the perch, no one in the world can see or bestow.
I saw a some shapes in the sky,as I gazed up it seemed the sky,light in patches bright, blocked by drops,vapours, rays of hope, dry, soon were gone, the machines rolled on
I found the key to my recurring dreams.