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,
As I mentioned before, the poet Paul Eluard named me Gala. But Dali took that name and made it his own.
When he began signing paintings “Gala-Salvador Dali,” he commemorated for once and for all time our twin-ness, our one-ness, our inextricable bond.
My dear described it thusly:
“In signing my paintings Gala-Dali, all I did was to give my name to an existential truth, since without my twin I would no longer exist. Through Gala, I acquired not only the right to my own life, but the male and female part of my genius.”
And while he called me his savior, the muse who weaned him from his crime and cured his madness, so too was I reborn through Dali, who painted me in word and flesh into the immortal realms of art.
Together, here, you may see us reborn in the creation of something new, as Dali’s boundless passion for experimentation drove him to devise this shattering video. Enjoy, and perhaps you will learn from the master.
It draws near, my friends – an event which has so held my attention for some time already. Chef Paco Perez, of whom I practically gushed last month, will be performing a culinary demonstration at The Dali on October 30. Finally! We welcome a genius into the fold, who can turn our minds toward the fantastical and exquisite.
He has told me in confidence that he will demonstrate how to prepare his Huevos Mar y Montaña, or Huevos “M y M.” Eggs of the sea and mountains … what a brilliant thought. Eggs, a universal symbol of birth or rebirth, coupled with the sea and mountains, steadfast symbols of constancy and strength.
True birth is difficult, my darlings. I am not referring, of course, to the vulgar process of birthing a child … the off-putting screams of infant and mother alike are enough to make anyone lose their appetite. No, I speak of the moment in which an artist finally recognizes his true form. Genius is not easy to possess, dear friends. Artists are forced to cultivate their vision and imagination among the common masses. Imagine the strain!
But I digress. Huevos Mar y Montaña. Though I would sooner serve my own eyes on a dinner plate rather than spend time in the kitchen cooking for loved ones, the opportunity to see a master at work is too compelling to miss.