A morning with Salvador

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.