One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?
“Nera, what do you think you are doing with my favourite painting by René Magritte, the famous Belgian artist.”
My chief feline seemed to be bored and decided to create something on her pawPad using her new photo programme, Felineshop.
“I am helping you with your daily prompt. It said to bring your favourite painting to life, so I created my own with help from Roschti the ginger tom that lives next door. Roschti, stop licking the apple. We are finished with the painting, but the apple stays here.”
“She was too late, and Roschti disappeared pawing the apple in front of him, as if training for a soccer game.”
This all seemed to be very surrealistic and then there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and guess what, the guy in the WordPress t-shirt was not standing there for a change. I think it was his day off. No, this time it was a guy dressed in an overcoat, with white shirt and nice red tie. He had a bowler hat on his head and yes, there was an apple hanging in front of his face with stalk and leaves attached.
“Who are you” I asked, “another public relation stunt from WordPress?”
“No, I am the Son of Man”
The surrealism was increasing.
“The son of man, the original self-portrait from René Magritte. I was hanging around and heard that I might be needed so here I am: anything to eat? I am starving, but please no green apples. I would rather have a plate of chips, you know I am actually a Belgian.”
“Ah, “les frites” I said, and I believe he laughed behind the apple. I continued. “I do not have any French fries, but a packet of potato chips, flavoured with paprika, if that will do.”
“Look Mrs. Human, it’s the man in your favourite painting.” Nera feline appeared and was staring with her large yellow eyes.
“Yes Nera, what a surprise, seems your imitation portrait worked a miracle. Now go and play with your pawPad, but no paintings, just follow the mouse or catch the bird, OK.”
“OK Mrs. Human, will do. Felineshop is not an easy programme” and with a swish of her long black furry tail she was gone.
In the meanwhile the man with the green apple was munching paprika chips although a little complicated. He had to slip them under the apple in front of his face to reach his mouth.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to remove the apple?” I asked.
“Yes it would, but it is part of me and cannot be removed. You would have to paint over it, and as I am here in real life, it would not be possible. I am only on loan here for a few minutes. I hang in a private collection.”
“Not even Google knows the answer to that question” he said.
“What about a photo?” I asked.
I was going to ask him to smile for the photo, but decided even if he smiled it would be hidden behind the apple. He asked for a glass of water which he drank through a straw between the apple and his face. He stood and I took my unforgettable photo.
“Goodbye Mrs. Angloswiss, it was nice to be welcomed into your home.” And he disappeared into the scenery of a sea coast which suddenly appeared on the horizon.
“Mrs. Human, Mrs. Human” I heard loud meows. I have framed my Felineshop creation, it is finished, wake up” It was Nera. “I think you drifted into a human sleep.”
I think it was a surrealistic sleep, after all paintings do not come to life, felines do not have a photoshop programme, or do they?
Son of Man by Réné Magritte