Image from here.
I’ve had a little bit of a Dali-esque day. Strange telephone conversations. Missed meetings. Decidedly odd interweb happenings. Surreal. And it reminded me of when I first studied history of art at UCT. How we moved through the cherubs and gilt to the realists and then the impressionists. The latter were my favourite, actually, but the surrealists came a very close second. In fact, Dali himself challenged the way I thought about stuff. Lured me into the wormhole. Tore off the very suburban veil of seeing things just as they are. Gave the questioning a gentle push into the direction of “what if this is just an illusion, what if…”
He also had the most amazing ‘tach.
So when life cocks up in ways that don’t make sense. If I’m lucky. I can remember to sit back. Watch it happen. And keep an eye out for the melting clocks.