Described by someone on the internet as one of the great science fiction images of the 20th Century - wonder if Rene M thought of it that way? Somehow doubt it....
Well, he described it thus - "I caused the iron bells hanging from the necks of our admirable horses to sprout like dangerous plants at the edge of an abyss" - so no, it's not a s.f. image.
But apparently there is a science fiction anthology that used it as the front cover.
And then there is J.G. Ballard, a big fan of Magritte along with the other Surrealist painters.
"The Voice of Space" above is just one - and the most foreboding - version of the same painting, of which there are four
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Talking of space, and infinite blackness, here is this missus on Black Mirror's USS Callister micro-series.... techbro incels, the virtual nerdiverse of Space Fleet as a kind of off-world detention centre....
That image reminds me of this slice of pastoral weirdness:
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Cool story....
DeleteI'm trying to think I've ever had a 'still to this day unexplained experience' like that.
I can think of eerie unsettling things that then resolved into the explicable.... what looked like an ape hopping in a tree over the round from my second floor bedsit, then realising it must be an owl...
But something still unresolved.... I feel like there has been but if I can't recall it, then how weird can it have been, really?
The strange atmosphere of a place, a 'where the membranes between the realms are thin' feeling... I've had that, but that's necessarily intangible, nothing to point to, just an elusive sensation....