
Ceci n’est pas une pipe: René Magritte
My love for René Magritte didn’t start in a museum or an art book. It began in my grandfather’s studio. He was the kind of man who quietly copied the masters, not to imitate, but to learn, to pay tribute,…

My love for René Magritte didn’t start in a museum or an art book. It began in my grandfather’s studio. He was the kind of man who quietly copied the masters, not to imitate, but to learn, to pay tribute,…