My first exposure to art was my freshman year at college when my professor of art history started with Dali's melting clocks. The course opened my eyes to not just modern art but art through the centuries. I learned about perspective, positioning, geometry, color and a whole lot more.
I never dreamed that I would someday be able to stand in front of great works of art displayed around the world.
The Dali museum is only about an hour from our French home and we went with Swiss friends. It didn't matter that the day was rainy and raw.
That was my second visit, the last being over a decade ago with friends from Boston. Rick had never been and our friends had been twice.
I had long ago learned that it is impossible to see a museum in a single visit. When I lived in Boston, I was four T stops from the Museum of Art and on my way home from work, I could hop off the tram and go into the museum showing my membership card and look, really look, at one or two paintings, and still get home for tea before dinner.
What this trip reinforced was how truly productive Dali was.
We needed lunch and a nearby tapas restaurant solved that problem.
There is another part of the museum showing his jewelry designs, like no other I've ever seen. He was responsible from picking up his pen, to making sure each jewel was perfect and exactly the right place. For him it was more than the finished piece. ""In jewels, and in all my artistic activity, I create what I love most. In some of them one can discern an architectural meaning, as it also happens in some of my paintings. Once again, the logarithmic law is highlighted, as well as the interrelation between spirit and matter, between space and time."
I was transfixed at the intrinsic design and placement. In these chaotic times, beauty has the ability to refresh my spirit. Unexpected beauty was even more healing.
Like in the days in Boston, we were able to be home in time for tea and a dog cuddle.
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