Love stories are always delightful. It is an indispensable theme in movies, books and songs. Their chronology is pretty basic: a boy meets a girl, they fall in love, get married, have children and live happily ever after. Salvador Dalí’s love story is exactly the opposite.
Since I was a kid, the eccentric Catalonian artist intrigued me. While growing up, my intrigue for his works became an obsession. I researched, saw and analyzed dozens of paints by Dalí. The strange coincidence is that the work that most impressed me was not paint.
I was researching for a college paper about Dalí’s life when I found a book called The Secret Life of Salvador Dalí, which is an autobiography written with the most pure style that characterized Dalí. The way he expressed his feelings about his relationship with Gala in countless ways got my attention.
She was not only his wife, but also his muse. She awoke senses that he did not know were part of him. Even though it is well known that Gala had extramarital relationships, she was Dalí’s one and that is what was really important for him. He looked through her eyes and painted every inch of her body, while filling each brushstroke with his admiration for his human goddess.
Is it possible to even try to recreate that kind of love? I doubt it. I think it was a one-in-a-million experience and Dalí was lucky to experience at its highest level.
I truly recommend The Secret Life of Salvador Dalí if you are interested in meeting this artist through his own words. Even though it is a dense book, you won’t regret it. Hopefully, it will teach you how real love is through the eyes of one of the most recognized artists.