Artist Letter N1
Querido Salvador Dalí,
I hope you and your mustache are dancing under a cascade of warm colors and drinking aged whiskey with some rhinoceros on a celestial beachside.
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Dearly.
It’s been such a long time since I think about you and bathe in your paintings and ideas… I’m frankly feeling quite lost at the moment. I don’t know the answer as to why, but do I need to? No. I don’t, but oh how I wish I did.
I wish you were alive, so I could ask you… How did you do it? How did you manage to share your chromatic mind with the world, so freely and unapologetically? I wish I could utter my voice and paint my words with ink just like you threw colors and cosmic visions at your canvases. I long for the day we meet… the day we share more than our names and favorite colors.
People tend to look at your mustache, yet rarely do they see the intense gaze with which you observe the world- one filled with a vigor and a gentle, yet deadly fire. You, along with my good friend Don Quijote, were the firsts to show me the beauty of madness, and the idiosyncratic flames that live within each and everyone of us. You taught me that there is no such thing as a geometrical day or night, and that nothing is certain in this rigid lifetime. Living has become more difficult with your wisdom as I can no longer see any other way, but, oh, has it been easier to breathe with your presence near me. I hope that wherever you may be, you always remember how utterly special you are.
Thank you. Gracias.
For letting me paint my eyes with a bit of your perception and for giving me the bright cyan wings to fly into the depths of my mind and soul. I am, and will be, forever grateful, Dalí. A father, a friend, a mentor,
and I hope on an occasion or parallel dimension, an artistic collaborator. Gracias. Gracias.
Gra- sí AS!
Mucho amor, electricidad y tinta,