Saturday, January 22, 2011
Surrealism has never meant anything to me but a new kind of magic. The imagination, the dream that whole intense liberation of the subconscious who's purpose is to raise to the surface of the soul, all that is in the habit of keeping concealed, must necessarily induce profound transformations in the scale of appearances in the value of signification and the symbolism of the created. The whole of concrete reality changes it garb or shell and ceases to correspond to the same mental gestures. The beyond, the invisible replaces reality. The world no longer holds. Artoud.