I went with the Mr yesterday to the Liverpool Tate to see The Pleasure Principle, the current exhibition of Magritte’s work. It was brilliant. Especially ace was the chance to see in real life my favourite picture of his.
That’s it. It’s called The Night Owl. The man is supposed to be a sleepwalker and he turns up in other Magritte paintings too. I’ve been trying to write exactly what it is I like so much about this picture. I think it boils down to the fact that I can’t tell if the man is looking at the lamp-post or the painting on the wall. What do you think? If I could afford this, I’d hang it over my desk and stare at it for a very long time every day.
I like the famous pictures less. Apples and pipes and cheese. Maybe I’ve seen them so often they have become just like adverts to me and I can’t look at them properly. I think Magritte liked adverts anyway so he probably wouldn’t mind me saying that.
In a little navy curtained room off the main exhibition was a series of drawings that ‘some viewers might find challenging’. Seeing as there were plenty of naked ladies in the main exhibition (on the walls, not wandering about) I don’t see what the coyness was about a few erect penises (done in fine, squiggly ink lines that looked like pubic hair) but I’d never seen these drawings before so that was interesting too.
I’m not much of an art critic. I realise this.
The other good thing I saw was a shoal of jelly fish. Tiny baby’s-palm sized ones, fluttering their way through Liverpool Dock. I tried to get a picture but my phone wasn’t up to it.
After a nice day out with no writing at all I was very ready to get back to it this morning. I am making good progress, I think. On schedule and under budget.