He was very good, but I prefer Goya, Manet, Whistler, Degas, El Greco, Cezanne, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Toulouse Lautrec, Modigliani and Gauguin

herbthe4 said:

That's the museum I'd love to check out. I've been fortunate enough to have seen alot of his work abroad, The Dali Museum in Figueras, Spain, just outside Barcelona, is great. It's a must see. I know he has a house out there too that's supposed to be wild I heard about from two other American travelers.

He has some stuff in another Museum in Madrid (Reina Sofia? ...it has the famous Picasso painting depicting the horrors of the Nazi contrention camps), and the Dali Museum in Paris, near L'Eglise de Sacre Coeur is alright. It actually has some of his sketches for sale. Usually this collection goes on loan to other museums, like in Rome, although I'm not sure if it comes to the U.S.

Love the symbolism, a bit perverted at times, but overall it's very inspiring. I feel like I being carried away to other worlds...

Dali is my favorite artist - if you like him, check out Magritte as well.

To truly understand Dali - check out his bio. Once you know how f-ed up his parent's made him (they named him after his dead brother & told him he was his reincarnation), then you'll start to understand what a genius he really was. The fact that he did not commit suicide as a teen just amazes me - it was truly a divine gift that he was able to channel his angst into his art.

The St. Petersburg, FL museum & tour are not to be missed - to see those paintings in person.. You just see 10% of the meticulous detail in a book, print, or online. It is like looking at a hazy xerox.

True he knew how to MANIPULATE his image & make some $$$ - but I don't think he evr compromised his art to do it. Remind you of anyone?

- Kathy

I love Dali. I have several books on his works displayed on my coffee table. Wherever I work I bring my framed Dali painting "Apparition of Face and Fruit-Dish on a Beach" and a Prince photo so I can be surrounded by greatness. Has anyone ever tried Dali's cologne? It has such an earthy scent. I love it.

Dali es el más grande.

While visiting my grandmother's house last summer, I came across a version of Alice in Wonderland that was illustrated and personally signed by Dali. I'm no art expert, but I have a feeling that it's worth big bucks. It certainly makes a very impressive coffee table book!

matt said:

WOW! Has your grandmother thought about loaning it to a museum? I would treasure something like that forever!

'Persistence of Memory' is very intriguing, almost frightening, but I love it!

I see no one bothered to mention that Dali and his wife used to hold children prisoner and sexually molest them.But I guess that's okay if everyone loves your art... um...

bonojr said:

I was just there a couple of weeks ago. I thought it was really fascinating, even though they don't have any of the paintings for which he's truly famous (which is okay with me; it just may disappoint some people). I particularly enjoyed the bronze (?)sculptures. Yes, you can buy a Dali for as little as 2000 euros (I think that was the lowest I saw).

He was certainly unique. I can't say I am the biggest fan of his work, but I do admire it.

Cornerman said

Source please?? Good question though! It was probably all the fault of that bitch wife of his. But where would/should this moral aspect of art criticism end if we go down that road? Picasso abused the women in his life - Renoir thought of his female models as only slightly above animals. Prince is a complete dickhead, to the best of our knowledge. Most good artists are probably only a hair's breadth away from insanity... So what?

narcotizedmind said:

well, I found this:

"Dali and his wife Gala used to brag about how they would take temporary custody of orphaned children, so they could lock the children in a room and beat them mercilessly."

http://members.tripod.com...ecks8.html

also on this page:

"Dali made a piano-like instrument that was made out of cats. If you pushed one of the piano "keys," a heavy weight would drop on the corresponding cat's tail, forcing it to scream."

Rudy said

So in fact we have (at this point) no evidence except for the "braggings" of a famous madman and his spouse. Now, I wouldn't rule anything out in Dali's case. He was probably a complete asshole. At one point (I think) he said how much he admired the fascists. The surrealists in general held Sade ('the divine Marquis') in very high regard, so I would think any of them might've been capable of putting Sadean 'theory' into practice. As regards abuse of animals I think this has a pretty disreputable history among the avant-garde types. There's some Austrian fuckwit who currently makes slaughter and supposedly "Bacchic" dismemberment a part of his 'happenings'. I wish they'd just stick to cutting off their own dicks and bottling faceces. But I'm old fashioned that way. But do you think any of this is relevant to Dali's reputation as an artist?

Well, Dali brought back a measure of reality with his technique.. Even if it was a surreality, I think a lot of art lovers like the fact that even if Dali's world is dreamlike, it has shapes that people recognize instantly. While other modern schools invited us to recognize shapes and forms in intentionally non-faithfull "representations", Dali showed forms spectacularly, but often left you hanging about its real subject and meaning... despite the technical precision. Surely, that takes nothing less than sheer genius.

hey, this is from that same goofball site, 'TRAINWRECKS', about Prince:

38. O+>, The Artist Always Known as a WRECK
He's not your lover (although he wants to be your lover). He's not your friend (but IF he was your girlfriend...). He is something that you'll never comprehend.

I've been a Prince freak since I was a high-schooler, mainly because at the time, his stuff was the only thing getting me through an existence at a redneck southern-Indiana hell-shack of a secondary education. Prince, at the time, was the total opposite of what the white trash skanks at my school considered "cool."

One could always tell when the most recent heavy metal or country concert had come to nearby Indianapolis. The next day, all my classmates would be wearing a Quiet Riot t-shirt, or Dokken, or Dio, or whoever the hell was popular in contemporary C&W in the mid-eighties. Serious, you'd see like 100 Ratt t-shirts walking around the day after the show. It was a status thing, as stupid teenage rituals go.

ANYWAY. April 1, 1985, Prince and the Revolution perform in Indianapolis. The next day, I counted THREE Prince t-shirts. More people screamed "FAGGOT" at me than there were people in Prince t-shirts.

I thought this was coool.

Well, anyway, not long after, I discovered the TV show "Night Flight," which was an all-night rock video/pop culture blow-out that showed me there are other, weirder, LOUDER things out there to annoy the popular kids with. Laurie Anderson, David Bowie, Jello Biafra, Fishbone, John Waters movies - Night Flight provided crash courses on all of them, and I was a starving student...and I'll be damned if Prince wasn't one of the subjects on their menu. I was on my way to being a hip little Hoosier alterna-snob!

So that said, Prince holds a nostalgic, funky, nasty little place in my charred, stinky little heart. This admission always designates me as some kind of deputee translator of the little troll's behavior when the subject comes up at parties or among friends. "What's up with the squiggle-name? COME ON, TELL US! You're supposed to be SUCH A BIG FAN, RIIIGHT?!"

Like, what, there's a little crawlspace behind my Ingrid Chavez-autographed GRAFITTI BRIDGE poster (just kidding, princegeeks, I don't have one)where I can access the little goober's thoughts, like they do in that John Malkovitch movie?

All I can do is give a decent list of the Arrrghtist's WRECKier moments. The earliest WRECK-lore was told to me at Dick's bar in the East Village. The rumor I was told was that some guy worked for Warner Bros. records and there was a big party for Prince around the time of "Dirty Mind" (1980 or thereabouts) and outside the club the guy walked out just in time to see a bunch of people watching Prince pee on Vanity. We were all tipsy when this story was told. Who knows if it's true.

More famous Prince WRECKollections might be when "Purple Rain" came out and he'd show up at awards shows and premieres looking like a deer caught in headlights, clutching a flower and looking like someone ran over his cat. Meanwhile, he was boinking everyone from Madonna to Clara "Where's the Beef?" Peller! His public-appearance weirdness reached its height (pardon the pun) when Prince won an Oscar and went up to the stage dressed in a glittering purple COWL.

We've all heard his recent ranting and ravings a million times - big record companies are BAD, music should be FREE, etc., etc. His website, "Love 4 One Another," is cultish and feverish. Time Out New York magazine even did a story comparing the Purple website to the Heaven's Gate cult site. At one point last year, he used his website to send a mewling "open letter" to Madonna, asking her to use her megastar clout to help him get his masters back from Warner Bros. The letter was ignored by Miss Deeper-and-Deepak, who at the time was busy promoting her spiritually-informed album and simultaneously fighting to prevent the creation of low-cost housing near her NYC home, because the construction was upsetting her baby. Ah, but that's a TRAINWRECK of a different track...

I'm sure there are tons of WRECKy moments I'm forgetting here...there was the time Sinead O'Connor SLAPPED him when he invited her to his place for dinner...there were the ass-pants on the MTV video awards (shades of the movie "So Fine" come to mind)...there was the time he came on stage with Michael Jackson and James Brown, and got all cocky until he leaned on a prop lamp-post that wasn't secured to the floor, so he fell right over into a heap of papier mache and lace...there was the BATDANCE video...

All this, plus the little shrew's most recent act of WRECK-itude - when he sued several fans for making "shrine" websites that included images of the symbol he uses for his name. He claimed that his glyph was his property, and if he didn't approve of someone's usage of it, they could consider themselves sued. Cease and Desist letters were mailed, and a fan magazine that had been around forever was sued. All this, despite the fact that he sends out software to magazines that will install the symbol on a computer keyboard, and also despite the fact that his cultish website recently criticized MTV for not using his symbol for a recent special involving the little twerp.

In a recent interview, Mr. High-Heels said that he changed his name because if you have a name that's unpronounceable, nobody can call you a fool. Well, try a little harder, O Paisleyed One, because in these here parts, we can call anyone and everyone a WRECK!!!


http://members.tripod.com...ecks7.html


also a wacky prince-lookalike picture on this semi-old page - it's fun

Overrated. Not crap, but totally overrated. Dali was a shameless publicity whore. At least it secured him the place on countless college students' walls.

It's like fucking Tori Amos on walls all over again.

MusicAngel said:

I saw this on once at the MOMA in NYC (or maybe it was "The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory"). EIther way, it was wierd because the thin is only about 10" wide, placed in a glass case surrounded by a bunch of other random objects and drawings. You'd walk right by it if you weren't looking carefully.

And to the guy who said Dali and Gala kidnapped kids and molested them...Huh?

Dali was known to make totally outrageous and unrealistic claims in the interest of his vision and his art. Shit, he claimed that his earliest memory was of the time in his mother's womb.

As to the person who called him a "shameless publicity whore" or whatever, I've got news for you: there's NO SUCH THING. If you make it as an artist, musician, writer or actor, THEN YOU WIN and the world can kiss your ass. I'm VERY careful about who I label a "sell out". Until somebody waves a few million bucks in front of my face and I have the guts and "integrity" to turn it down, I can't say shit, and neither can anyone else.