I've never been a big fan of Dali's major paintings. They always seemed a little too illustrative & literal-minded. Ironically, his actual illustrations (and other commissioned ephemera) for the works of Marquis De Sade & for a translation of Goethe's Faust contain everything I love about surrealism -- the disquieting distance between the dreamer & the dream, the occluded landscapes & the nebulous, wanna-be organic shapes flattened (trapped) between our gaze & a barren, yet-to-be invented horizon. And, of course, an element of sexual posturing, sadism & masochism.
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