We wander the walls intent on seeking
the measure of the mind of madness,
oils on canvas watch us watching them
the brush strokes of genius
as baskets of bread long to be touched
to feel the harsh crust
and smooth out the napkins below.
Walls of color fill the senses
with awe and wonder of the man
from a child to death we move through your life
corridors rich with your gifted touch,
haunted in a sense with a wink and a twirl
of the stache that wove the face,
that became the artist’s image
even when no longer present.
Swirling pieces blow the mind
as collages draw us in deeper to find
the whimsy and imagination of a mind
inspired to change,
to create the masterpiece
as time melted on tables
and angels came near,
you look over your shoulder as if to say,
come, stay awhile and see
what dreams can create
and the hand that drew the world
as only he could.
“Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision” Salvador Dali
Spent the afternoon at the Salvador Dali Museum in Saint Petersburg. What an amazing collection and fascinating man and artist. Simply in awe. WOW! All photos taken by me…sorry for some blurriness….a busy place.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 