Dali: Genius or Madman?
Genius or madman?
This is the question that still keeps the interest alive for the, now dead but you know, surrealist (kinda) Salvador Dalí. Master of many controversies turned capitalist businessman, we salute you, Salvador: happy deathday!
The painter of some of the most reproduced and commercialised
imagery, recognised internationally because of the tons of
merchandise that is sold every year across the globe (surely you
know the melting clock painting? And the elephant with spider legs?
And well, we have to mention this one too, hold tight guys: the
'Ceci n'est pas une pipe' painting of a smoking pipe. The painting
that says, in English - to make it more clear for all of you who
don't speak French, 'This is not a smoking pipe', though it really
is. Or is it not? Wait a second. What?! Yeah, that painting.),
including bags, mugs and aprons, died today twenty-six years ago,
at the exciting age of 85.
And that's not all, for there's infinite amounts of facts and
anecdotes about such a rare specimen of human life. For instance,
the Catalan artist - who walked out of his art school final exam
proclaiming himself so much better than his examiners that he
simply couldn't be marked by them (obviously he got expelled); and
whose father disinherited considering him pretty much a waste of
space and a scandal - hoped, among many other of his
eccentricities, to be refrigerated for a possible future
resurrection (but ended up embalmed and buried like anyone