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Art of the 20th Century
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Art Styles
in 20th century Art Map
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If You Act the Genius, You Will Be One!
1910 - 1928
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Self-portrait
1921
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Dandyism
The dandy must live and sleep in front of the mirror."
Thus Baudelaire. The pronouncement might have been the motto of Salvador
Dali's entire life. Soon a mirror was not enough, and by his early manhood
Dali needed the attention of adulation of all; the thought that he might
go unnoticed became unbearable to him. On his first visit to New York, at
Christmas time, he walked the streets ringing a bell to ensure people
would register his presence. In this self-infatuation he remained true to
himself till the very end, and during his final days in hospital in
Barcelona delighted in following the television bulletins on the state of
his health, learning from them whether he was well or was shortly to
die...
Dali entered the San Fernando Academy of Painting,
Sculpture and Graphic Arts in Madrid, and quickly earned the reputation of
a madman among his fellow students. It was not difficult to amaze them,
presumably, if he spent three full hours putting his hair up in a net and
then coiffing it with the picture varnish painters use for treating
canvases. (This had the unpleasant side-effect that he had to immerse his
head in a tub of turpentine to remove the varnish afterwards.) Dali was
out to get attention, even if it meant making his hair look like shellac;
people turned to look as he went by, and that was enough to make him
happy. "Instead of inspiring sarcasm, I now released an admiration and
intimidated curiosity. On coming out from the School of Fine Arts I
ecstatically savored the homage of that street, so intelligent and full of
wit, in which spring was already seething. I stopped to buy a very
flexible bamboo cane from whose leather-sheathed handle dangled a shiny
strap of folded leather. After which, sitting down at the terrace of the
Cafe-Bar Regina, and drinking three Conzano vermouths with olives, I
contemplated in the compact crowd of my spectators passing before me the
whole future that the anonymous public already held in reserve for me
[...]" Dali the narcissist was in the process of re-inventing himself as a
Wagnerian dandy, a Parsifal: "My 'Parsifal' required that I make myself
very handsome. I took a long shower, gave myself a very close shave, glued
down my hair as much as possible, putting paint-varnish on it again! I
knew the serious inconveniences of this, and even that it would spoil my
hair a little, but my Parsifal was worth this sacrifice, and more! I
applied powdered lead around my eyes; this made me look particularly
devastating in the 'Argentine tango' manner. Rudolph Valentino seemed to
me at that time to be the prototype of masculine beauty."
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Dali (bottom left) at the
Academy of Fine Arts in Madrid
about 1922-23
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Self-portrait
1921
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Portrait of Grandmother Ana Sewing
c. 1921
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Two Gypsy Lads
1920-1921
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Portrait of Jaume Miravidles
as a Footballer
1921-1922
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Gaolbird Salvador
Dali was busy exploring his own potential. He had
discovered Cubism, Futurism and Purism. He was familiar with the work of
Picasso, Juan Gris, Severini, Morandi, dc Chirico and Carra; and his
personal friends included Luis Bunuel and Federico Garcia Lorca. Lorca,
the leading spirit of an avant-garde group and a brilliant young man,
"darkened the virginal originality of [Dali's] spirit". The Andalusian
poked fun at the Catalonian's overdone classicism - but only until another
fellow student, Pepin Bello, discovered Dali's Cubist paintings in his
studio. Dali continued to paint portraits and landscapes, but he also
spent a good deal of time in bars and night clubs with friends, tasting
low and high life alike and rapidly grasping the power of snobbery.
Presently Dali became involved, as he had at school, in
a political controversy. Students at the Academy protested at the election
of a professor they considered unfit for the position, and Dali, who had
played a key role in the creation of their mood, was suspended for a year.
He returned to Figueras, where the Civil Guard promptly arrested him and
put him in prison. It was a period of widespread revolutionary unrest in
Spain; and Dali was transferred to the prison at Gerona before finally
being set free in the absence of adequate charges. "This period of
imprisonment," wrote Dali, "pleased
me immeasurably. I was naturally among the political prisoners, all of
whose friends, co-religionists and relatives showered us with gifts. Every
evening we drank very bad native champagne [...] I was happy, for I had
just rediscovered the landscape of the Ampurdan plain, and it was while
looking at this landscape through the bars of the prison of Gerona that I
came to realize that at last I had succeeded in aging a little. This was
all I wished [...] It was fine to feel a little older, and to be within a
'real prison' for the first time. And finally, as long as it lasted, it
would be possible for me to let my mind relax." What Dali did not mention
in the Secret Life was that political motives connected with
intrigues against his father were involved in his imprisonment. Be that as
it may, after thirty-five days in prison, the youthful gaolbird was
released, apparently delighted with everything. After all, could he not
now claim the status of the politically persecuted?
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Festival in Figueras
1921
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Fair of the Holy Cross
- The Circus
1921
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Festival at San
Sebastian
1921
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The Picnic
1921
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The Sardana of the Witches
1920
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Muse of Cadaques
1921
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Man Holding Up a Baby
as Though He Were Drinking from a Bottle
1921
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Festival of St. Lucia
At, Villamalla
1921
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Nymphs in a Romantic Garden
1921
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A Seated Man and a Dancing Couple
1921
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Man with Porron
1921
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Romeria - Pilgrimage
1921
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Voyeur
1921
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Poster: Fieres i Festes de la Santa Creu
1921
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Motherhood
1921
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Untitled - Scene in a Cabaret in Madrid
1922
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Culinary Delirium
The most striking obsessions visible in Dali's work from
the very start were closely connected with his Catalonian background. The
Catalomans are popularly said to believe only in things they can eat,
smell, touch, hear or see. And Dali himself repeatedly avowed, "I know
what I'm eating. I don't know what I'm doing." In similar mood he liked to
quote the comparison his fellow Catalonian, the philosopher Francesco
Pujols, had made, between the spread of the Catholic church and the
fattening of a pig for the slaughter and subsequent eating. Adapting the
words of St. Augustine, Dali furthermore remarked that "Christ is like
cheese, or, to be more precise, like mountains of cheese." This obsession
with food recurs in his paintings, in soft watch works such as The
Persistence of Memory, which originated in a dream of
runny Camembert; in the many paintings of fried eggs; and in Anthropomorphic Bread. Dali's
still lifes of this period, the early 1920s, seem to anticipate the
obsessional works to come. But, equally, if the Secret Life can be
believed, his fixation on food was one that went back to childhood, and
which had
even led to his being bannedfrom the kitchen as a boy.
"I would stand around for hours," he recalled, "my mouth watering, till I
saw my chance to sneak into that place of enchantment; and while the maids
stood by and screamed with delight I would snatch a piece of raw meat or a
broiled mushroom on which I would nearly choke [...]" Dali's culinary
delirium, like so much else in his life, was always inseparable from
sensual and erotic thrills. As he continues, in fact, he supplies us with
an important key to the understanding of his mind and art: "Behind the
partly open kitchen door I would hear the scurrying of those bestial women
with red hands; I would catch glimpses of their heavy rumps and their hair
straggling like manes; and out of the heat and confusion that rose from
the conglomeration of sweaty women, scattered grapes, boiling oil, fur
plucked from rabbits' armpits, scissors spattered with mayonnaise,
kidneys, and the warble of canaries - out of that whole conglomeration the
imponderable and inaugural fragrance of the forthcoming meal was wafted to
me, mingled with a kind of acrid horse smell. The beaten white of egg,
caught by a ray of sunlight cutting through a whirl of smoke and flies,
glistened exactly like froth forming at the mouths of panting horses
rolling in the dust and being bloodily whipped to bring them to their
feet. As I said, I was a spoiled child."
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Still Life
1922
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Still Life with Aubergines
1922
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Still Life
1922
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Still Life (Pulpo y scorpa)
1922
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Still Life - Fish
1922
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Jug
1922-1923
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Cubist Composition -
Still Life with Guitar
1922
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Cabaret Scene
1922
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