
The "theatre" was in fact just that. Dali purchased it after it was bombed during the Spanish Civil War. This was his hometown theatre he grew up going to as a boy and where his first public exhibition was shown. He bought it and transformed the place to his own strange and wonderful museum. Lovingly attending to the details that make it so esoteric to his work.
The droopy clocks really don't do a thing for me. Probably why I have been turned off by Dali's work until today. The adjoining galleries were a treasure trove of color, inspiration, shape, and mystery. I could see his work in a new light and also how he experimented with the styles of other more familiar artists along the way.This heart really beats!



Dali rests here along with his art. I found myself liking the guy and his distinctive work. Admiring his life and his dedication to his craft. RIP Salvador.
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