#salvadore dali

[joeinct]

Dali with lens, backstage at the CBS Morning Show, NYC, Photo by Philippe Halsman. 1959

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Salvadore Dali 1954

[thegivenchythree]

Schiaparelli s/s 2024

[sonimage1965]

Salvadore Dali

1954

[adreciclarte4]

Salvadore Dali by Philippe Halsman, 1943

[marta-diablo]

Noel Fielding on Modern Masters: Dali

19 March 2010

[belleofthehours]

Chaos keeps saying it’s “cliché” of me to like this painting but number one it’s good! Like look how pretty it is! And number two, being cliché is part of our jobs I think. So. Take that

Anyway look how cool🥰 I don’t know which era of art I’d call my fav because of all the ones I’ve seen they’re all cool! Humans are so interesting and incredible. But yeah I don’t have a favourite but surrealist is always good, and I’ll die on that hill. I can say that with confidence because it won’t ever happen, haha😝

[de-enige-echte-richard]

[nicklloydnow]

Christ of Saint John of the Cross by Salvador Dalí (1951)

“In losing one's God, which understood abstractly is the great Oedipal retreat, one becomes immanent. Each singular process is mutated in its purpose and precision as something which is void of the former and Darwinian in the latter. What's left - as the figure made clear - is mourning, but that too seemed implausible. One mourns that which existed, of which there is culturally and historically indexed memory. What becomes is schizophrenic mourning which inherently alters the initial transcendent value. The God of the herd, the cosmic Father, the prayer for a schoolmaster; each session of mourning becomes its own desire for theo-fascism. I could have fallen to my knees and cried, shrieked for the Death of God, crumbled under the pithy weight of meaninglessness, but what good? To what end? To decree the loss of meaning as a terrible fate is just as meaningless as any other projection. What one mistakes moments of pure-nihilism for is a springboard towards a creation; Nietzsche's grand proclamation of the active nihilist who rages against nihilism and creates from the emptiness left in its place, he too mistaken.

What is found in the rapture is lost in moments of spatio-temporal rupture. Nihilism makes the mistake of assuming all meaning makes sense in relation to human meaning. 'Oh, have mercy for thy meaning haveth gone! I beg of thee forgiveness within such chasms of purpose!' The universe slings a scornful smirk at those who beg a return to the anthro. What does the nihilist make of selection, parameters of existence, restraints, limits, development, innovation, assemblage, natural creation, and temporal control; all nihilists are narcissists in their overt pleading for anthropocentric order, blubbering at the thought that not a scrap of authority can be sincerely created by their hand.

To be a subject, that's what's left, with no differentiation between the willing and unwilling. Reality, existence, and life, according to the figure, were to be thought of as open wounds - “ - James Ellis, ‘A Methodology of Possession: On the Philosophy of Nick Land’ (2020)

[rachaelmayo]

This is The Persistence of Star Trek, a spoof of Salvadore Dali's Persistence of Memory. I made this for my dad back in 2008. He's a fan of Dali, and had described this silly idea to me years earlier, so I surprised him with a finished drawing on his birthday that year.

I used my trusty Prismacolor pencils to mimic Dali's oil paint blending in the original painting. It was an enjoyable challenge.

[joeinct]

Salvadore Dali’s Head on a Table, Photo by Philippe Halsman, 1943

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Painting 'Christ of St. John of the Cross" by Salvidor Dali

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People love Cohens “Halleluiah”, but pound for pound I’ll take “Suzanne”, especially, the last two stanzas… "Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind And then you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind "Jesus was a sailor When He walked upon the water And He spent a long time watching From His lonely wooden tower And when He knew for certain Only drowning men could see Him He said,"All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But He, Himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him You want to travel blind And you know he will find you For he's touched your perfect body with his mind Suzanne takes your hand now And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our, our lady of the harbor She shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her You want to travel blind And you know she'll find you For she's touched your perfect body with her mind"

[Thanks to my blogging friend Steve Renfro]

[thegivenchythree]

Paco Rabanne f/w 2023

[daalphawolfe13]

Day 7 of Mermay is Dali. I don't know a lot about the man himself but most pictures of him have an extremely wacky mustache. His fish part is based on Silver fish.

[sspacegodd]

[midnightexploration]

The Burning Giraffe - Salvador Dali