A few years ago, I copied this Magritte painting* on my son Owen’s chalkboard, and captioned it, “How To Raise A Surrealist.”
I have discovered that little jokes like this often turn out to be forecasts, or tiny prophesies.
A case in point: Our son Jules has begun captioning the things that appear on our morning walks. A squirrel is “squirrel,” and an apple is “apple,” but the jack-o-lanterns on porches are “October,” and fake skeletons hanging from trees are “x-rays.”
What I know now is that you don’t need to raise a surrealist — children are born surrealists, and we talk them out of it.
* Used on the cover of John Berger’s brilliant book, Ways of Seeing