Visiting the Salvador Dali retrospective at Philadelphia’s Museum of Art made me realize I don’t know much about this strange Spaniard.* I’m more of a Picasso woman, I guess, though thankfully my eyes and other body parts are located in the normal places.
We all know about the melting clocks and the lobster phones, but did you know that Dali dabbled in Cubism, created a rotating hologram of Alice Cooper’s brain, and was obsessed with a Millet painting in which he perceived a woman about to morph into a praying mantis and devour her husband?
Among other things.
One of the exhibit’s sculptures was a Venus dresser (complete with furry knobs). On Saturday night Clair, Special K, and I had a highbrow conversation about this piece, discussing items to put in the chest of drawers. Clair decided that he would put his car keys in Venus’s chest, while Special K opted for the remote control.
Dali might be my new role model. I’m considering embracing Dali’s Paranoiac Critical method and attempting to “systematize confusion and to thus help discredit completely the world of reality.” Dali might have been a raving lunatic, but that last sentence is a damn good mission statement.
*Scott was there too, but he is more worldly than I and already knew a lot about Dali.