Salvador Dali's Dada
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Dali's "Lobster Telephone" is actually a physical object rather than a painting. The piece is made from a real telephone which was the base for a plaster mold of a lobster which was placed on top. This odd juxtaposition reaffirms the contradictory logic that was prevalent during the time of Dada. Obviously, it would prove rather futile to attempt to communicate with someone through a lobster.
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Dali's "Metamorphosis of Narcissus" is a Dada depiction of the greek story of Narcissus. Supposedly, Narcissus was so obsessed with his own beauty that when he saw his own reflection, he spent the rest of his life pining away staring in a pool of water. Eventually, Narcissus was turned into a flower. This painting shows an egg-headed figure, Narcissus, staring at his reflection in the water. On the shore, there is a similar figure which has a bulb growing out of its egg-shaped head.
When Dali originally revealed the piece, it was accompanied by a poem which Dali wrote himself. That poem appears below the piece.
Narcissus,
in his immobility,
absorbed by his reflection with the digestive slowness of carnivorous plants,
becomes invisible.
There remains of him only the hallucinatingly white oval of his head,
his head again more tender,
his head, chrysalis of hidden biological designs,
his head held up by the tips of the water's fingers,
at the tips of the fingers
of the insensate hand,
of the terrible hand,
of the mortal hand
of his own reflection.
When that head slits
when that head splits
when that head bursts,
it will be the flower,
the new Narcissus,
Gala - my Narcissus
When Dali originally revealed the piece, it was accompanied by a poem which Dali wrote himself. That poem appears below the piece.
Narcissus,
in his immobility,
absorbed by his reflection with the digestive slowness of carnivorous plants,
becomes invisible.
There remains of him only the hallucinatingly white oval of his head,
his head again more tender,
his head, chrysalis of hidden biological designs,
his head held up by the tips of the water's fingers,
at the tips of the fingers
of the insensate hand,
of the terrible hand,
of the mortal hand
of his own reflection.
When that head slits
when that head splits
when that head bursts,
it will be the flower,
the new Narcissus,
Gala - my Narcissus