Behind the sunlit arches of amber stone and their elongated shadows, behind the marble busts poised lonesome in the air, behind the ivy-crept porticos sitting empty with umbra, there lies a self-portrait of the Italian artist Giorgio de Chirico. His aged quilt-like face is the last sight for you to take in as you leave the videogame tribute to him, SURREALISTa. It’s appropriate in that it positions de Chirico behind all his work, for he is remembered more for his legacy than his seminal talents—he almost seemed to foresee this by writing “What shall I love if not the enigma?”…