Monday, August 23, 2010

Limp Clocks

Spain is different. To begin with, in the North, they don't speak Spanish. Instead, it's a kind of glottal coughing, similar to Spanish - the Catalan. If the ferociously revolutionary graffiti are to be believed the Catalu┼łas would banish the pagan French and their bastard cousins the Spanish to the nether regions of Hell and allow them to conduct their affairs in peace. A gentle meander around the northeastern corner of the Pyrenees found me in Figueras. I had wanted to go to Figueras for some time, since it houses the Dali Museum. Salvador Dali was unquestionably the most hideously precocious and talented painter of his generation -  he embraced surrealism as a metaphor for his life and his life drawing rivals Raphael. The jewellery exhibition - so produced because Dali believed that the artistic value of a piece was of greater value than its constituent materials - is reminiscent of the quality of  Faberg├ę eggs. Much has been written about his obsessive/compulsive habits, anguished Catholic guilt, shameless self-aggrandisement and dollar-chasing,  his promiscuous Russian-born wife and his therapy sessions with Freud, who saw through the empty clowning and unmasked the painter's pathological, paranoid fear of sex. Up close, the works reveal a master craftsman, tortured, shocking and outrageous. His limp clocks - or is it Soft Watches, are symbolic of an era.
His wife and muse features in almost every piece, one way or another. Sweet.

3 comments:

  1. "Limp clocks?" You're very naughty. Salvador Dali is safe from me... though I certainly might be induced to see 'Barthelona.' And I think it's very sweet that his muse features so prominently. =)

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  2. You might be surprised. The painterly quality of his work is absolutely masterful.
    I cannot imagine what a professional individual might find naughty about a limp clock. The metaphor on the fluidity of time seems clear enough. I must find you one to look at.

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  3. I am laughing, out loud, by myself in my apartment. What might a professional make of that?

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