My favorite Salvador Dali painting. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it. There is something scary in it, something that makes you suddenly take in a breath and stare at it — it this moment you are everywhere — your thoughts, your body and soul is scattered trough universe. You feel like you are on the verge of discovery, but can’t grasp it. But you know what it means. You find yourself in this painting. You have been this woman. This is that moment when you were completely empty, exhausted, your confidentiality broken, taken, until you became as impersonal as wood. And then someone touched you and made you warm, showed you your texture, your beauty. You emerged new. Colourful. Smarter. Better in hiding things. Locks on everything. Powerful.
But you will never forget this feeling. Not because it’s bad, but because it is so universally human.
