If I could attend one dinner party in my life, this would be it. Dali's take on the state of existence is fantastic; he was enthralled by the space that flickers between the conscious and the subconscious. That realm is quite the experience. The fringes of our consciousness, where normally rational and linear thoughts melt into one another, perhaps revealing deep truths about our identity, our insecurities, our loves. Apparently Dali would sit in his chair with a tin tray on the ground, holding a spoon above it. As he began to snooze, his grip would relax, the spoon would clatter onto the tray, and he would paint the things he had seen while they were fresh in his memory.
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