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Imagined Nebula
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St Martins Square, Leicester UK

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St Martins Square, Leicester UK

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The Oxford International Art Fair
26th - 28th February 2016
Oxford Town Hall, Oxford UK

18 April 2013

keep your eyes open in brussels

its not all chocolate, waffles, mussels, beer and pommes frites with mayo.

open your eyes and look up no matter where you are

and from a previous visit

11 April 2013

this is not a pipe

notes from recent visit to the magritte museum, brussels, belgium. 
"used to seeing things in print/online to see the real work almost shocking 
use of shadow to make the simplistic look real
wife body parts in lift
use of photography as reference 
e.t photos 
dedicated museums to certain artists like they're a church housing any object as a relic 
- are his letters important or as important as his actual work 
though displayed in the same way or with the same gravitas 
automaton = royalty? 
birds freedom eggs fragility of life or that very freedom"
oscar II by gavin turk at the magritte museum

indeed ramblings of little consequence, but to my mind little references of more rounded thoughts thunk that day. none or some shared here.

i've never really thought of myself as a "fan" of surrealism i'm more of a symbolism sort of girl, which i suppose could be argued to be one in the same thing, but i have always appreciated its humour and ability to covey a message or tell a story in a strangely relatable way. knowing and enjoying magrittes work, which even if you dont know his name or that its his work you will still have seen something of his or something influenced by him yes indeed he is one of those artists, felt it rude not to go for a visit on a recent trip to brussels. so a reasonable 8€ later, embark upon maze we did. 

first experiencing magrittes "L'evidence ├ęternelle" (a replica i'm sure) in the lift up to the top floor passing feet, knees, muff, breasts and face prefacing the fun aspect of the whole museum.

this was indeed my first experience of a dedicated museum to an individual artist. which left me with a strange sensation as if i was there to worship or basque in the glory of this saint like figure. the hushed ambiance and dimly lit vaults only exacerbated these feelings and beholding relics the man actually touched, wrote, doodled or breathed near left me very confused as if in some way i was being disrespectful for not taking interest in every article/artifact. which got me thinking the man himself would find all of this probably very comical and almost being a bit embarrassed that "they" would think to display a doodle on a fag packet next to something like companions of fear?

i mean this was all, of course very interesting and fascinating to see different works and to witness the progression of his work over time and i guess appropriate that feelings of confussion and other strangeness were felt in a museum dedicated to a surrealist.

another strangeness was that although many famous works were present the signature "magrittes" were not. no men in bowler hats with apples for faces or many clouds but by jebuz were they all there in the gift shop! which maybe were there to raise the botomless pit of money needed to actually purchase said originals from whatever oligarch fancied upon it or from the tate or whatever....

a crushing back to reality slap in the face to remind ones reason of being and to consume and reduce something you hold so dear into the mere exchange of paper or metal for a thing, which i of course obliged too. reduced to this after such a fanciful trip through one persons visions and consciousness. 

ah well my mini button badge of "Ceci n'est pas une pipe" or "this is not a pipe" i felt good and lasting advice to get me through the rest of my days.