In my pictures I show objects in situations in which we never encounter them. This fulfils a real, but pearhaps unconscious desire felt by most men. (…) given my intention to make the most everyday objects shriek aloud, they had to be arranged in a new order and take on a disturbing significance. The cracks that we see in our houses and our faces seemed more telling to me when placed in the sky. Turned wooden table legs lost the blameless being usually attributed to them, if they suddenly appeared to be dominating a forest. A female body floating above a town was a distinct impovement on the angels who never appeared to me (…)
René Magritte, 1938