Remembering Salvador Dali
 Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dali i Domenech, Marquis of Dalí de Púbol May 11 1904 – January 23 1989 |
I missed his heyday by a long while, yet his favor with the public and his powerful eclectic persona still grasped the world in his various art productions ...
Some of which, like the one where he drew in the air in lights while being photographed in time lapse stuck with that impressionable manchild which was me.
Salvador Dali was a Spanish Surrealist artist renowned for his skills, technique, precision, and those striking and often times bizarre images which constituted his body of work.
I know I couldn't get enough of him, both is work and his antics.
He was an eccentric funny spontaneous soul to observe with a penchant for flamboyance that wouldn't quit.
Sometimes pretentious. Sometimes a little vulgar.
Always an interesting interlude to be had and I caught him in various spots on the teevee when I could.
His influence by Impressionism and the masters of the Renaissance evolved into surrealism and that so called nuclear mysticism which was an amalgamation of classicism, mysticism, a rediscovered interest in religion and the current science into which he found himself immersed.
My fondest memories of him are an old white haired fellow engaged in various over the top episodes of creativity with an almost manic enthusiasm.
He always left me feeling like the clod that I was during those times.