​Dali himself said he doesn’t understand his own work because he only creates enigmas.  Enigmas are mysterious and difficult to understand.  So, artists are unbalanced in a subconscious...so perpendicular to the sunset between awake and asleep.  His muse was a flaming Giraffe.  Watch Jodorowsky’s Dune on iTunes.  So, for Dali...his mystery remains an unbalanced cipher...where the art balances his soul on a knife edge of YOUR critiques, teetering with glimpses beyond Dali’s own intellect.  Dali had the technical skill to translate a distortion of time through melting clocks.  Time is a distortion of doubts AND facts, both temporary in THEIR truth.  Time hugs PURPOSE like a horse-saddled eyeball.  Depth is a construct of curiosity.  The flat mirror-like plain suggests depth can be appreciated within the vain novelty one sees in their OWN reflection, fluttering on the surface of poetry.  I say it’s loosely based on numerology’s appeal.  The 90-degree crease marks a point where the angle of relief blocks our memory of what can’t change: a sunset.  An unfortunate one.
 
My guess...Dali saw what could BE had...had God thought otherwise.  Dali was A... jester of God.  I just hope he surrendered to Jesus. 
 
Written by John Ralph Tuccitto (July 16th, 2024)

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