'La Clef Des Champs,' René Magritte, 1936
When the landscape breaks, shards of painted trees,
clouds, turf cascade in crystal slabs onto
the carpet – and the landscape is there still
on the next pane. Over the brow of the rise
are the world’s kingdoms: deserts silenced
by polished bone; uneasy rooms where
sepia furniture flowers; canvas; wood;
the gallery’s wall solid as money –
asservir le bourgeoisie through draughtmanship.
KEEPING THE ASPIDISTRA FLYING
'CROSSING THE BROOK': J.M.W. TURNER
THE OLD RAPTURES
THE OLD RAPTURES
THE OCCASIONAL JUBILEE