Salvador Dali versus The Matrix

Salvador Dali versus The Matrix

by Jon Rappoport

January 12, 2013

The critics would have declared Dali a mental patient if he hadn’t had such formidable classical painting skills.

He placed his repeating images (the notorious melting watch, the face and body of his wife, the ornate and fierce skeletal structures of unknown creatures) on the canvas as if they had as much right to be there as any familiar object.

This was quite troubling to many people. If an immense jawbone that was also a rib or a forked femur could rival a perfectly rendered lamp or couch or book (on the same canvas), where were all the safe and easy accoutrements and assurances of modern comfortable living?

Where was the pleasantly mesmerizing effect of a predictable existence?

Where was a protective class structure?

To make it worse, Dali invented vast comedies. But the overall joke turned, as the viewer’s eye moved, into a nightmare, into an entrancing interlude of music, a memory of something that had never happened, a gang of genies coming out of corked bottles.

What was the man doing? Was he making fun of the audience? Was he simply showing off? Was he inventing waking dreams? Was he, God forbid, actually imagining something entirely new that resisted classification?

Dali’s greatest paintings were undeniable symphonies, and mere acknowledgment of his talent would not explain how he composed the movements.

Words failed viewers and critics and colleagues and enemies.

But they didn’t fail Dali. He took every occasion to explain his work. However, his explications were handed out in a way that made it plain he was telling tall tales—interesting, hilarious, and preposterous tall tales.

Every interview and press conference he gave, gave birth to more attacks on him. Was he inviting scorn? Was he really above it all? Was he toying with the press like some perverse Olympian?

Media analysts flocked to make him persona non grata, but what was the persona they were exiling? They had no idea then, and they have no idea now.

It comes back to this: when you invent something truly novel, you know that you are going to stir the forces trapped within others that aspire to do the very same thing. You know that others are going to begin by denying that anything truly NEW even exists. That DOES make it a comedy, whether you want to admit it or not.

It is possible that every statement ever uttered in public by Dali was a lie. A fabrication. An invention dedicated to constructing a massive (and contradictory) persona.

Commentators who try to take on Dali’s life usually center on the early death of his young brother as the core explanation for Dali’s “basic confusion”—which resulted in his bizarre approach to his own fame.

However, these days, with good reason, we might more correctly say that Dali was playing the media game on his own terms, after realizing that no reporter wanted the real Dali (whatever that might mean)—some fiction was being asked for, and the artist was merely being accommodating.

He was creating a self that matched his paintings.

It is generally acknowledged that no artist of the 20th century was superior to Dali in the ability to render realistic detail.

But of course Dali’s work was not about realism.

The most complex paintings—see, for example, Christopher Columbus Discovering America and The Hallucinogenic Toreador—brilliantly orchestrated the interpenetration of various solidities of realities, more or less occupying the same space.

I’m sure that if Dali were living today, he would execute a brain-bending UFO landing on the front lawn of the White House. Such a painting would envelop the viewer with several simultaneous dimensions colliding outside the president’s mansion.

At some point in his career, Dali saw (decided) there was no limit to what he could assemble in the same space—and there was no limit to the number of spaces he could corral on the same canvas. A painting could become a science-fiction novel reaching into several pasts and futures. The protagonist (the viewer) could find himself in such a simultaneity.

Critics have attacked the paintings relentlessly. They hate the dissonance. It’s a sign that Dali could give full play to his imagination—a sin of the first order. They resent Dali’s mordant wit, and rankle at the idea that Dali could carry out monstrous jokes—in such fierce extended detail—on any given canvas.

But above all, the sheer imagination harpoons the critics. How dare a painter turn reality upside down so blatantly, while rubbing their faces in the detail.

The cherry on the cake was: for every attack the critics launched at Dali the man (they really had no idea who he was), Dali would come back at them with yet another elaborate piece of fiction about himself. It was unfair. The critics were “devoted to the truth.” The painter was free to invent himself over and over as many times as he fancied.

Dali was holding up a mirror. He was saying, “You people are like me. We’re all doing fiction. I’m much better at it. In the process, I get at a much deeper truth.”

Dali was the hallucinogenic toreador. He was holding off and skirting the charges of the critics and the historians. They rushed at him. He moved with his cape—and danced out of the way.

The principles of organized society dictate that a person must be who he is, even if that is a cartoon of a cartoon. A person must be one recognizable caricature forever, must be IDed, must have one basic function. Must—as a civilization goes down the trail of decline—be watched and taped and profiled.

When a person shows up who is many different things, who can invent himself at the drop of hat, who seems to stand in 14 different places at the same time, the Order trembles.

This is not acceptable.

(Fake) reality declares: what you said yesterday must synchronize absolutely with what you say today.

This rule (“being the only thing you are”) guarantees that human beings will resonate with the premise that we all live and think and work in one continuum of space and time. One. Only one. Forever.

That’s the biggest joke of all. The big lie.

Whatever he was, however despicable he may have been in certain respects, Dali broke that egg. Broke the cardinal rule.

He reveled in doing it. He made people wait for an answer about himself, and the answer never came. Instead, he gave them a hundred answers, improvised like odd-shaped and meticulous reveries.

He threw people back on their own resources, and those resources proved to be severely limited.

How harsh for conventional critics to discover that nothing in Dali’s education produced an explanation for his ability to render an object so perfectly on the canvas. It was almost as if, deciding that he would present competing circumstances inside one painting, he perversely ENABLED himself to do the job with such exacting skill, “making subversive photographs come to life.”

That was too much.

But there the paintings are.

Imagination realized.

Suck on that lemon.

Like it or not, Dali paved the way for many others. He opened doors and windows.

And the pressure has been building. The growing failure of major institutions (organized religion, psychology, education, government) to keep the cork in the bottle signals a prison break in progress.

More people understand that the veil is not really a veil of tears. It’s a curtain madly drawn across the creative force.

The pot is boiling. People want out.

Somewhere along the line we have to give the green light to our own creative power. That is the first great day. That’s the dawn of no coerced boundaries. Everything we’ve been taught tells us that a life lived entirely from creative power is impossible. It’s weird. It’s crazy. It’s meaningless. We don’t have it within us. We should maintain silence and propriety in the face of greater official power and wisdom. We must abide by the rules. We must, at best, “surrender to the universe.”

But what if, when we come around the far turn, we see that the universe is us? Is simply one part of imagination? Is a twinkling rendition installed to keep us titillated with dreams that would forever drift out of reach?

Twenty years ago, I had a conversation with Jack True that touched on Dali. Jack was, in my estimation, the most innovative and gifted hypnotherapist on the planet. He was constantly inventing ways to wake people up from what he called “their core trance.”

Here is a fragment from that conversation.

Q: You wanted to say something about Dali?

A: Just that I admire him for his conviction.

Q: His conviction about what?

A: The creative act. To have executed all those paintings with as much detail—-and at the same time to bring into being situations that never existed before, there on the canvas—he shook up the world. He really did. And he satisfied all the conditions for the “common man.”

Q: What does that mean?

A: The “common man” wants his art to “look real.” Well, Dali gave the common man that in spades. To a T. Except what looked perfectly real was perfectly wild, way beyond the rules of time and space. That’s what shook up the world. Dali was working with grand gestures in grand multiple spaces.

Space really is the issue. To give the viewer the feeling that space can extend in enormous ways and impart a sense of high passion, as opposed to dead territory…Dali worked with exceedingly high intensity. And he wasn’t asking for acceptance. He was ramming his vision down the throats of the public. He was turning the screw.

Q: You think he had a major effect on the consciousness of the planet.

A: People were forced to re-think assumptions. They were forced to admit that there might be some very fantastic things floating around in their own consciousness. They may have hated Dali’s work, but they had to feel that their own minds and imaginations were much bigger than they supposed.

Q: So who was Dali?

A: Only he knows that. He was a very slippery fellow in public. He thought of every public appearance as a stage play, and he was the star. He changed roles all the time. And he did that while pretending that he was a model of consistency. Everything he did was against the grain.

Q: He took delight in exploding conventional notions of physics.

A: I think he believed that every particle of matter was a separate dream.

Q: That’s an interesting statement.

A: He knew that matter and energy were born out of dreams, visions, that they were products of imagination. This gave him enormous leverage.

Q: In his various portrayals of himself, there was a common thread. He presented himself as a kind of magician.

A: He liked to present himself as a Svengali.

Q: He gave many people the idea that someone who relies on his imagination is weird.

A: Well, you can’t avoid that. People will always think that way, even if you wear a three-piece suit.

Q: Why is there such a fear of imagination?

A: Because people know they have it and they also know they don’t use it. So they feel guilt. And that translates into fear and resentment, which are central parts of life on planet Earth.

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11 comments on “Salvador Dali versus The Matrix

  1. joanie says:

    Universe defined means “one voice,” yet what each individual is expressing, is a part of the whole, which already exists. In other words, we’re not creators, we’re co creators. We don’t invent anything, that another can’t do, because within the universe the tools are there for the ta”king”. All kings are we. These tools I’ll refer to as “source”. Everything that is thought of can only be imagined because it already is a reality. As co-creators we manifest it into the present – which defines infinity, life’s endless loop. This explains why across plan-et earth, at the same time, people are “inventing” a particular item about the same time. We aren’t originators and cannot create anything original. The root word being “origin”. An individual draws from the universe, channeling from what is in existence, and then assembling right before their very eyes. This is the secret.

    When one draws from what is in existence to themselves, they become the point, exercising one’s potentiality. The joy is in the act of assembling, doing what deems original, but really isn’t. How sad for the majority, learning, “nothing new under the sun”… Yet accepting we have the power in not being a follower, but as artists, co-creators continuously reinventing oneself. Truly earth is our stage, that is the glory one must settle upon, thankful we don’t have to start everything from scratch, just imagine it into fruition. And upon this stage, we all can either accept our role as stars or not, regardless, we are one and the same as the stars above, pure energy, commonly known as “spirit”.

    Indeed the majority are under a trance, that is a fact. Their jobs are part of the employer’s ploy, slaves to the system. Laziness or fear based, nevertheless, hopefully it only means they’ve not spent too many lifetimes on earth, and are still in the learning stages of what spirit “is”. At any point in time, there has always been leaders guiding the newcomers. There is no race. Read me people, there is no race, only humans figuring out life is much easier than the average make it out to be… “to be or not to be” – “be” defined, equals “art”. Spear(e) just another point made.

    When I was a child, my mother did not enjoy my many questions, for most she had no answers. Often I’d say, “but there is a reason for everything”. I learned early on adults are not smarter, (we’ll let people pretend) especially if the information provided came from a book, most times just “intelligence” – in“tell” passed from one to another which is applicable programming for “the system” and nothing more. Anyone can author books, each an authority, because the answer lies in all that exists (to be), experiences. So, when reasoning through a situation, the answer isn’t in a book nor another voice, settle upon what resonates within, at that very moment – “be” the point. Forget the Monday morning quarterback mentality (BTW, fake sports, another matter of control) and in time, as one gets better (to be) at it, there will be no, should haves or could haves…
    I AM, because I said so/soul. *grin

  2. John Smartt says:

    love the part about looking real and being wild. i’ve found the inside/out of that to be true. for example, if you try to listen to coltrane’s meditations, it’s noise (wild). but if you release your hold on the conventional, you are thrown into an enlivened sense of the present moment (looks real).

  3. No dilly dally with Dali! Visiting the museum in St. Petersburg FL about 7 years ago was literally a creative epiphany for me – it’s as if something about his work was a call of the wild to venture into the creative parts of my own imagination, to boldly go where I’d never gone before. Funny, people “believe” they are made in the Creator’s image and likeness, yet so many of us are sadly out of touch with what that really entails, being more content with limitations, molds, and pre-determined patterns. An idea the New World Order likes very much – the confinement of creativity in its cage, its one-size-fits-all worldview. But then when someone comes along like Dali, or there is an urge to bust loose like he did, and you understand that creativity and imagination are where the juicy productive solutions are, you also become the odd man out. But that is far better than the mundane alternative! Hats off to Dali and everyone else who repeatedly gives a creative peck from the inside of the eggshell, cracking it, breaking it open, finally breaking free. Free at last… This would be a great area for the hundredth monkey principle to swing into action.

  4. Outsider says:

    A brilliant review and very inspiring. There is hope for all aspiring artists. Thank You!

  5. Mr. Mojo says:

    Great article and insight. I also visited the “House of Dali” in St. Pete. On my oath I received a “contact high” just looking at his work(s). I think Dali realized “the challenge” was his passion. Everyone spends too much time investigating this or that when we should all be busy creating. After all, we ARE the creators.

  6. Dali and Picasso were friends in Paris before Gen. Franco did his surly coup, using Nazi and Mussolini soldiers and planes to help it. Picasso fled to France but Dali stayed in Spain under a semi-fascist dictatorship. So, he head to navigate the brutal, censoring regime in Spain and couldn’t really say what he thought about it. HIs film clip of a pig running down a transparent plastic film tunnel pretty much says what he thought about Franco, in my opinion. To speak in riddles and symbolic eccentrectities was the only way to portray the existential dilemma of life under a dictator who’d taken fascist help. Dali also thought that the extra dimensions of consciousness, clearly portrayed in his work, allowed people to exceed the constraints of elite greed and brutality. His seeming portrayal of Kaiser Wilhelm I alone and tiny on a landscape, pondering his great European war (WWI) irrespective of its brutal consequences for innocent lives, places it all in context.

  7. Spenc says:

    superb. I am floored

  8. Spenc says:

    e.e.cummings was poetry’s answer to Dali. Moderation is not a well used descriptor in my world.

  9. Anonymous says:

    I knew Dali with 71 years of age with Gala to her end in 1982 of a 7 year period also have unedited recording when I screened self made movie self love new years eve 1975 at St. Regis hotel in Manhatten. Come here to visit me and I can show you the true side of Dali and we can open a museum matrix that Doctor Infinity can reveal for the world he loved and left in 1989.

  10. Anonymous says:

    Enjoyed your form about Internationalists. Many people don’t get
    they’re found in every party in the USA and the world. Why they don’t,
    hell if I know. Agree with you that “Free Will” and math don’t go
    together. Keep up the great work Sir.

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