As I take a look back at all the exquisite paintings my Salvador painted of me, I realize more and more how much he truly cared for the small details that made me smile. As is widely known, thanks to his father, I am 10 years more “mature” than Dali, but if you were to compare all of his depictions of me throughout the 40? years that he painted them, you would notice he kindly showed me as the thought was most beautiful, and in doing such made me seem much more ageless and youthful than I truly looked in real life. Yes, my followers, even a gal as vain and beautiful as me will, one day, begin to age. I could not have asked for a more gentle and loving husband in this aspect, for when we were together he made me feel as young as the day we met. He understood that it was difficult to “get over the fact that time has touched [me],” and for his love and care, I adored him.
I am sorry to be posting late in this afternoon, but Gala has not been feeling too well this morning. You see, last night Salvador and I threw one of our surreal dinner parties at the castle, and I seem to have enjoyed myself too much.
Well, not too much, of course, just enough to require a slow and relaxing morning.
You see, when we Dalis host parties, you know we will not be serving a simple 3 course meal. Everything from our celebrity guests to the still living hors d’oeuvres is tres grandois.
Getting an invite is usually the hardest part, as only the surrealest of the surreals tend to be in attendance. If you’d like to get a taste, however, Gala can share a snippet of the only documented dinner party we’ve hosted (for good reason).
Take a peek here: http://youtu.be/vg6i4E0Woak
Any ideas for themes next time?
I must rest but do enjoy the movie,
My dearest followers,
Today, as I was stumbling through the internet, I found the most blasphemous blog entry that has ever existed. Words escape me as I try to explain what I have just read. I will start from the beginning: as you may guess, my interests on StumbleUpon include: art, beauty, muses, and myself. Usually, I can spend hours just scrolling through these categories. But today I read something that stopped me cold. I happened to open a page titled “The 10 Most Famous Muses of All Time” , where I would clearly be included… but I could never have imagined what my eyes would read next.
I was ranked number 2! Now I’m sure this was some sort of mistake… I have never even heard of this number 1 “Alice” woman! She’s not even a woman, she is a child for goodness sakes. So there was a famous book which has inspired various movies and some pictures were taken, but how many paintings in the world depict me? Salvador even combined our names to sign his paintings, he lived for me! Obviously this was not taken into account. Alas, I cannot do anything but write a nice email to the author of this article, and wait for the mistake to be corrected. I will be sure to keep you updated.
Readers, let me know if you agree with this list.
Merci for your support in these trying times,
Criticism was not anything that Dali was unfamiliar with. When one is as controversial as Dali, it is not unusual for the critics to question the incentives behind one’s art. Together, Dali and I were able to manipulate the media for spotlight on the art, as well as Dali himself, and were able to make Dali a household name. Knowledge of how to work with the press is essential to making one’s name known around the globe, especially in today’s well-versed internet world. Jeff Koons, a contemporary “neo-pop” artist, holds the same feelings.
“I believe in advertising and media completely. My art and my personal life are based in it. I think that the art world would probably be a tremendous reservoir for everybody involved in advertising” he once said. I could not agree more! Fame comes from being known for your excellence, my dear readers! Dali was often commissioned for all sorts of public works, and that in turn brought more publicity for his art. Critics hated the commercial uses for Dali’s art, but who really listens to them? Jeff Koons has also been criticized for being too “commercial,” yet look at his success. His modern works are whimsical and fun, and have even broken records at auction houses. I certainly commend this young man for his fabulous success, and hope to be able to see his art soon!
Although I do not personally dab too much in technology these days (smartphones are getting harder and harder to understand), I have recently heard rumors floating around the Dali that a certain website will be undergoing certain updates that may or may not relate to those who spend all their time with their nose in their cell phones. Now, I cannot say for sure, for Gala has been sworn to secrecy, but I have an inkling that this new website will be of utmost importance in relation to browsing on-the-go. Out of all of the gibberish I have heard, online shopping was what stood out most clearly to me… and something about it being simple and the fact that I can access it anywhere didn’t bother me one bit.
As these hot days wear on, it is hard not to think of the days long ago when Dali and I had just met, surrounded by surrealists, in his hometown of Cadaques. I recall that at first, I thought him to be a very obnoxious creature, with his pomaded hair and elegance. That same night, however, I was proven wrong by the handsome young man while him and I walked, conversing together in the moonlight. Several nights later, we realized our intense connection the first time we touched. I took his hand in mine and because of his nervousness, he burst out laughing! I understood the exact meaning of this outburst, knew immediately the intense fanaticism that Dali felt towards me, and I said to him, “My little boy! We shall never leave each other.”
From then on I became his Gradiva, the heroine in his life who affected his psychological cure. I had come to destroy and annihilate his solitude while he brought me to my own equilibrium. We achieved this knowledge after our first kiss, during which we were so moved that I asked him to kill me and he agreed but after many hours dissecting ourselves together, we weaned each other from such a crime, and in turn cured each other of our madness.
“Let all the bells ring!
Look! Salvador Dali has just been born!
No wind blows and the May sky is without a single cloud.
Of course, only my Dali would write about his own birth in such a majestic way. Sunday, the 13th, marked 108 years since that glorious day, when at forty-five minutes after eight o’clock baby Salvador came into this world. It is the second most important day of the year, after my birthday of course, and what a grand party we had! Dali’s Annual Birthday Bash was held on May 11th this year, with everything from look-alike contests, tarot readings, mustache painting, and prizes galore. The cake pops and singing took place at my favorite venue, The Dali Museum, where Gentlemen Please played a wonderful set and the party lasted from 10 am until evening- the perfect start to summer!
For those of you who didn’t get the chance to go, you can see the highlights of the evening on the Dali Flickr page. And for those of you who went, I hope you got a mustache or at least some photobooth pictures holding one. And do tell me, what was your favorite part of the celebration?