Rene Magritte, The Listening Room(La Chambre d'Écoute), 1952
I really, really, really want to get into that room. Crawl around the other side of the apple, lean up against its voluptuous, yet solid form and be quiet. I want to press my ear against it and hear its matter, feel its smooth cool flesh against my skin. It is not going anywhere is it, it wouldn’t rush you in any way and it wouldn’t ask anything of you. I could stay there all day hidden behind that apple listening to it and having it listen to me. A lost day with René Magritte’s apple is what I want today. Magritte at the Tate Liverpooltill 16 October 2011.
