That painting up there, which is called "Mystery & Melancholy Of A Street," was in one of my high school English texts. I remember being enchanted by it, at a time when I didn't really have any opinion of art at all.
I was never able to make what happened in my head come out properly on the page in my art classes in middle school, & I have no idea if my high school had art classes - I certainly would never have thought to take them. At best I drew lots of comic strips. But real art? It seemed very far away.
I love De Chirico's fucked up perspective, but I also love his shadows. The shadows! I always find myself wanting to explore the rest of his paintings, like I could climb inside & find out what the hell's happening on the other side of the building.
I need to remember to look at more art now & then. It's good for the head.
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