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Alright, time for some Dali, a personal favorite of mine.
Metamorphosis of Narcisuss
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Full size: http://www.worldart.com.au/images/salvador-dali-metamorphosis-of-narcissus1.jpg
Here is the myth of Narcissus:
In the most famous version, the tale told by Ovid, thought to have been based on Parthenius' version but altered in order to broaden its appeal, Echo, a nymph, falls in love with a vain youth named Narcissus, who was the son of the blue Nymph Liriope of Thespia. The river god Cephisus had once encircled Liriope with the windings of his streams, and thus trapping her, had seduced the nymph, who gave birth to an exceptionally beautiful boy. Concerned about the welfare of such a beautiful child, Liriope consulted the prophet Tiresias regarding her son's future. Tiresias told the nymph that Narcissus would live to a ripe old age, "if he didn't come to know himself."
When he had reached "his sixteenth year", (fifteen years of age, by modern reckoning) every youth and girl in the town was in love with him, but he haughtily spurned them all.
One day when Narcissus was out hunting stags, Echo stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?", Echo answered "Who's there?" And so it went, until finally Echo showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth. He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to leave him alone. Narcissus left Echo heartbroken and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens, pining away for the love she never knew, until only her voice remained. Echo had prayed to the goddess of love, Venus (Nemesis in some versions), to take revenge on Narcissus for rejecting her so.
Nemesis heard this prayer and sent Narcissus his punishment. He came across a deep pool in a forest, from which he took a drink. As he did, he saw his reflection for the first time in his life and fell in love with the beautiful boy he was looking at, not realizing it was himself. Eventually, after pining away for a while, he realized that the image he saw in the pool was a reflection of himself. Realizing that he could not act upon this love, he tore at his dress and beat at his body, his life force draining out of him. As he died, the bodyless Echo came upon him and felt sorrow and pity. His soul was sent to "the darkest hell" and the narcissus flower grew where he died. It is said that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx
If you look at the painting, you can see the narcissus flower growing out of the head of the pale blue figure. Now look at the figure again. Its actually a pale blue hand holding an egg with a flower sprouting out of it. Dali included a long poem when he showed this. To finish today, here is a portion of it:
Narcissus,
in his immobility,
absorded by his reflection with the digestive slowness of carnivorous plants,
becomes invisible.
Tomorrow, Diego Vel?zquez. Yaaayyyyy
Needs more surrealism!
Needs more surrealism!
I have a whole ton of Surrealism and Dada just waiting to be unleashed. Be patient.

There you have it. I apologize for invading your thread, FV... I'll resign myself to being an onlooker. This stuff is great, and your analysis is great too![]()
So.. we all know the picture from above. Michelangelo - Creation of adam.
Surrealism scares me. I'm not kidding, when I was younger, I actually had nightmares.Needs more surrealism!
Surrealism scares me. I'm not kidding, when I was younger, I actually had nightmares.
Now for a fun one.
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Full size: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b9/MagrittePipe.jpg
The text says "This is not a pipe".
But, obviously its a pipe, you say. Think about it.
Its a PICTURE of a pipe. Craaazzzzzzzzyyyyyyyy
Here is what Magritte has to say about it :The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it's just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture "This is a pipe," I'd have been lying!
This is a really cool picture, and a great lead into surrealism.
Tomorrow: Marcel Duchamp