The development of Magritte’s painting from 1924 until his death in 1967 may be studied by art historians; they will find him to be an artist who throughout his life confused every trail, displaced every landmark and turned dates into a jumble. It will suffice to say here that his work evolved from complexity to simplicity, from an outcry to eloquent silence, from arrogance to wisdom.

Since our friend left us, each of his pictures lives its own life and sheds on the world a magic radiance, so that we behold everyday sights through his eyes instead of our own.

E Langui

Brussels 1973