Blood will Tell (La voix du sang) by René Magritte, 1959. Oil on canvas, 116 x 89 cm. Museum Moderner Kunst, Austria.
This triumphant poetry supplanted the stereotyped effect of traditional painting. It represented a complete break with the mental habits peculiar to artists who are prisoners of talent, virtuosity and all the little aesthetic specialties. It was a new vision through which the spectator might recognize his own isolation and hear the silence of the world.1
The words dictated to us by the blood sometimes appear foreign to us. Here, it seems to want to command us to open up magic riches in the trees.2
We could hear the hearts of the trees beating before the hearts of men.3
