I always loved Dali. He was a showman, used car salesman, and an incredible artist. I loved the humour, trickery and expertise. There was always a sparkle in his eye and mischief in the making. You could take nothing on face value. I also adored his imagination, inventiveness and disdain for officialdom. He was a rebel.
Perhaps he did sell out? Perhaps he was arrogant? I’m not so sure. He was an artist and one of my favourites.
I wrote this after visiting Gala’s house in Spain. It was crazy. What a game!
Confuse me with long legged giraffes
Beneath the melting clock
Armed with the Dali Gala
Feed me the nuclear shock
For I will wax my moustache
And cavort with the ants
Within the world of my dreams
That your colours all enhance