Sunday, July 23, 2023

Stop Dilly-Dali-ing!

 

Salvador Dali, "The Broken Bridge and the Dream" (1945)

Classical motifs had, in fact, entered Dali's work in 1937 and 1938, when the artist sojourned in Italy. Dali's new emphasis on the values of order, hierarchy, and synthesis is, however, characteristic of his postwar production, during which time his creative energies were divided between painting and a range of commercial endeavors, including book illustration, advertising projects, costume and set design, and film. Dali executed several loose, panoramic landscapes at this time which have the effect of stage sets. The Broken Bridge and the Dream are particularly "theatrical," as the figures are not so much integrated with their surroundings as they appear to perform before an elaborate backdrop of classical ruins and architectural props.

Typical of his postwar production Dali has once again borrowed stock motifs from early surrealist paintings. The arched stairway in The Broken Bridge and the Dream recalls the imagery of steep stairs that functioned as a Freudian allusion to sexual intercourse in The First Days of Spring. It would, however, be incorrect to dismiss these later landscapes as hackneyed copies or pastiches of Dali's early work, an accusation that has often been made. The fact that one is invited to read Dali's later imagery through a familiar lexicon of symbols and narrative situations suggests, rather, that these paintings function at the level of allegory. This hypothesis is in part confirmed by the presence of related imagery in other works of this period with a patently allegorical character.

Saturday, July 22, 2023

Can't Get it Out of My Head...

Midnight on the water
I saw the ocean's daughter
Walking on a wave, chicane
Staring as she called my name

And I can't get it out of my head
No, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head

Breakdown on the shoreline
Can't move, it's an ebb tide
Morning don't get here tonight
Searching for her silver light

And I can't get it out of my head
No, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head, no-no

Bank job in the city
Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot
They don't envy me, yeah
Sitting 'til the sun goes down
In dreams, the world keeps going 'round and 'round

And I can't get it out of my head
No, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head, no, no

Oh, I can't get it out of my head
No, I can't get it out of my head
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head, no, no, no, no

Keeping my Eyes Closed for a Minute...

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