- Rene Magrtte was the artist of my painting "the magician"
- A Belgium surrealist artist "surrealism was a movement that started in the 1920s just like all new movements and ages in history this movement brought about different thinking in people and different new controversial never seen before ideas.
- surrealism- dream and reality
- painted since 1916 but was not until the 50s when he started getting recognition
- "If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream. ” - Rene Magritte
- William Blake
- born in London in 1757 on November 28
- unfortunately had a hard child hood with the deaths of his siblings at infancy
- claims he was able to have visions and see god, very outgoing.
- The poem 'The tiger" by William Blake is about wonder and is basically a group of questions put together in poem format. Blake is talking about this amazing beast and is asking who would create such a thing? how? where? why? and was it god? and why? the poem is just filled with wonder.
the connection between the two is William Blake is all about wonder and mysterious and almost makes a sense of another being and the poem "the magician" fits perfect with the poem. the picture is just as perplexing and creates the same wonder however the painting gives the wonder and mysteriousness a face.
The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?