I confess: growing up with art-loving parents, I never thought much of Magritte. I adored the Impressionists, Picasso, Rembrandt and a handful of other painters who were--let's face it--easy to love. At least they were in my family.
Magritte gave me the creeps. I couldn't enter his works at all. I looked at them and looked away. What was he doing? What was he saying? Was he saying anything at all? His paintings seemed almost shallow and jokey.